Gu Sheng looked at Nan Zhi, whose face was slightly pale and his beautiful hands clasped her shoulders. "Are you alright? Did she do something harmful to your body?"
Nan Zhi's slender body retreated a few steps, her palms pressing against her throbbing temples. With a shake of her head, she murmured softly, "I'm all right."
She was not dumb, she thought of Mu Sihan's deep questioning gaze and she knew what she had lost.
It must be because of that handkerchief that Lin Wanyue had planned for someone to spill red wine over her. Then after she went to wash up, Lin Wanyue would have gone quietly to look through her belongings.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, and it seemed like his hot temperature and refreshing breath was still lingering over them, but now she felt a chill running up her spine.
She blinked her eyes and her breath tightened.
Ding. The elevator reached the first floor.
"Brother Gu Sheng, I'll be leaving first."
