When Ji Wei went downstairs, she saw Gu Moqian just entering, changing his shoes at the entrance. The old butler was asking him if he had eaten dinner.
The dark suit pants had their hems wetted by rain, and his ink-black short hair still bore traces of dampness.
Upon sensing the woman approaching, Gu Moqian slowly lifted his eyes to look at her, the gaze indifferent, his face devoid of extra expression. With just a glance, he retracted his gaze again, lowered his head, and continued to slip his feet into his shoes.
The old butler ordered someone to prepare dinner.
Gu Moqian, having changed his shoes, didn't even glance at Ji Wei and walked straight to the study.
Ji Wei had prepared a bellyful of words, only to have them stuck in her throat just like that.
Seeing him ignore her and walk away, she slightly clenched her hand hanging at her side and, calming her mood, followed after him.
