At this moment, Shen Chu dared not make a sound; at such a time, the only option was to remain silent, as no amount of apologies could make up for the trauma suffered by Gu Huanhuan's heart.
He saw Gu Huanhuan leaning gently into Wen Chi's chest, her eyes downcast, blood still oozing from the corner of her mouth, her cheek swollen, her long hair cascading down, and her hands hanging naturally by her sides.
Gu Huanhuan must have been tired, so she fell asleep, feeling safe only when she breathed in the fresh scent from Uncle Wen's nose.
Wen Chi held her, intending to get into the car.
The night outside was deep and cool, but just as they were about to get into the car, many lights suddenly flashed. Countless reporters burst from the cars, surrounding Gu Shaoting's car so tightly that there was no escape, the flashes of their cameras relentless.