Gu Zhaohan held Xia Yangyang's hand and placed it on his own face.
"Yangyang, do you know?"
"The time I spent alone with you was stolen, and to me, it was heaven."
Zhu Xiaorong and Lao Bai rushed over upon hearing that Yangyang had fainted.
As they entered the doorway, they witnessed such a scene.
Zhu Xiaorong's jaw dropped in surprise.
What's going on now?
Gu Zhaohan looked at Xia Yangyang with such a pleading gaze, still holding her hand tightly against his face.
This was clearly an intimate gesture only seen between lovers.
But wasn't Gu Zhaohan Yangyang's nephew?
Inside, Gu Zhaohan obviously heard the noise at the door.
Yet he seemed completely immersed in his own world.
He didn't turn around, nor did he seem guilty.
He just quietly held Xia Yangyang's hand, remaining by her side.
Zhu Xiaorong originally wanted to go inside.
But Lao Bai pulled her away.
Lao Bai had known Xia Yangyang for many years.
He was aware of the scandal back then.