"Yes." Qin Nuo responded, hanging up the phone.
When he looked back at Gu Zixuan, all the ripples from before vanished, and he cast a deep gaze.
He opened the handbag Gu Zixuan had placed on the bedside table, took out the phone, and walked out.
He turned it on, found the call log, and deleted the record of the call he had made to himself from her phone earlier.
Looking at the messages from He Qimo, his eyes turned cold, but he didn't open them to read.
Turning off the phone, he returned to the bedroom, placed the phone back in its original spot, closed the door, and walked out.
As he left, the white Mediterranean-style clock in the living room pointed to 3:17.
...
Gu Zixuan woke up at 5:30 in the afternoon. Her sleep quality was usually good, but perhaps she had something on her mind, this sleep was extremely restless.
She kept feeling as if someone was watching her in her dream, whispering in her ear.
