At that moment, seeing Chi Xiaoyu's face full of disappointment, Bo Xuan already understood a lot.
To protect her pride, he chose silence.
In such times, all he could do was stand by her side silently.
"Xiao Yu, are you really going to go?"
"Yes!"
Her gaze remained fixed on the grand entrance of the Gong Family's residence, her entire being tensed up, her face filled with anxious unease.
Clearly, she wasn't happy with that man.
Yet for him, she was willing to wither willingly...
It was evident that he no longer held a place in her heart—their past was forever in the past.
Twenty minutes later, Bo Xuan's friend arrived... an elderly lady of high status, who, without asking too many questions, led them straight inside.
The Gong Family's home was very luxurious.
From the outside, the exterior walls looked quite plain, but the interior decor was opulent, embodying the epitome of splendor.