"Uh... Gu, Gu Gu Gu... General Gu?!" Fatty Mao Er stammered, looking in horror at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
An Yiqing, who was sitting on the sofa, had already stood up, looking incredulously at the man who suddenly appeared in the room. He was still wearing black trousers and a shirt, ordinary clothes that looked especially noble and elegant on him. He seemed a bit thinner, making his already handsome face appear even more chiseled. The bluish-black stubble on his chin indicated he had rushed here overnight, and the faint bruising under his eyes showed he hadn't slept well last night.
"Ah Lin, you..."
Before she could finish, a cold breeze swept by, and An Yiqing found herself pulled into a warm and broad embrace.
