She took a deep breath and bowed her head to hide the panic and disappointment in her eyes.
"Youyou and Qiuqiu, I'll tell them."
"That's not the point."
"So what's that?"
Before Xi Moxiao finished, Gu Qingli suddenly looked up, and impolitely interrupted his speech.
She stared closely at Xi Moxiao and gave him a sense of pressure.
Well, why should I be angry? Gu Qingli can do whatever she wants to do. What does the matter of this stupid woman have to do with me?
Xi Moxiao's face was dark, and his palms loosened. He glanced at Gu Qingli. "As you like."
With that, he turned back and went out.
The door slammed shut. The Impact of Xi Moxiao’s action had an effect on the painting hanging close to the door, and this was enough to show XI Moxiao's strength.
After he left, Gu Qingli collapsed on the bed, covering her chest with her hands. She bit her lower lip hard, and avoided making any sound.