It is often said that there are no walls in the world that do not let the wind pass through; as long as something has happened, there's no way to fully conceal it. Moreover, Mo Beichen cares about Gu Qian; she got hurt, how could he not inquire?
Yan Luoxi intended to hide it, yet between the lines, reminded him that this person was not an ordinary guest. Without much effort, he got the answers he wanted from the hotel staff.
He walked out of the hotel with a sullen face, gripping the steering wheel tightly when he sat in the car, and did not start the vehicle immediately.
Perhaps feeling something, he turned his head to look at the revolving glass door. Gu Qian was with the employees, saying something unknown, with a faint smile at the corner of her lips, and Mo Beichen was entranced.
