"Did you drink?" Ye Cheng looked at the man reclining casually on the sofa, legs crossed, and asked.
In the Presidential Suite, only the wall lamp was lit. Under the dim yellow light, Gu Moqian's complexion appeared even paler. Hearing this, he nodded nonchalantly, his deep black eyes unwavering: "Just a little."
Ye Cheng noticed something off about his mood, walked over, and spoke sternly: "Is it because of those rumors online? What's the deal between you and Ji Wei?"
Gu Moqian pursed his thin lips and said nothing.
"Do you really intend to divorce her?" Ye Cheng asked again.
Gu Moqian looked at him deeply and did not deny it. Skillfully, he lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. "Sit."
Ye Cheng settled into the single-seater sofa next to him. "Old Xi told me you disappeared in Britain for a while. Is it related to your uncle's affairs?"
