By mid to late September, the weather was turning a bit cooler.
Gu Yanjing was handling some matters in the car, not paying much attention to where the car was headed.
It wasn't until the car stopped that he noticed something was amiss.
The journey home today felt unusually short.
He looked out, glancing at the slowly opening black gates of his house. He turned to Shang Chen and asked, "Where is this?"
Shang Chen was waiting for the gates to open, ready to drive inside. Suddenly, he felt as if a cold arrow had struck his heart.
He glanced back through the rear-view mirror, meeting Gu Yanjing's gaze, and his heart tightened: "This is home."
"Who told you to come here?" Gu Yanjing asked, his voice extremely indifferent.
"I, I..."
"Go and switch Meng Yan back from F Continent." Gu Yanjing lowered his gaze to check his phone.
Shang Chen's tense face twitched slightly, daring not to speak.
The gate opened, with people standing on both sides, waiting for the car to drive in.
