Ji Niandong saw her standing at the door and instinctively took a step back. Why did this scene always feel so familiar, always accompanied by a sense of fear and the urge to escape?
Could it be related to her time in Paris? Why couldn't she remember? Ji Niandong didn't dare to think about it any further!
Perhaps sensing her unease, Lu Beichen tightly held her hand, their fingers intertwined, and she indeed felt much more at ease.
"Come in!" Tong Songlin said.
Seeing that it was them walking in, Gu Xiyao was so startled that she dove under the covers, "Is it Little Uncle? Mother, why did you let them in?"
She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, as if that would keep her safe.
Lu Beichen heard her voice, and his expression grew a few degrees colder.
Ji Niandong also let out a slight sigh of relief, looking at the lump on the bed, "I didn't come here today to trouble Gu Xiyao."
