Song Shiyu was trembling. He was really sacrificing too much for the president's happiness. Everything he said was true. He was like a loyal eunuch beside the ancient emperor. After saying this, he closed his eyes as though he was ready to face death.
Unexpectedly, Gu Zheng smiled.
Song Shiyu's heart skipped a beat. The president's smile only made things worse. He was already mourning for himself, but Gu Zheng nodded affirmatively.
"You're right.
"I do have to work hard. How can I let another man enter my wife's room?"
Song Shiyu: "?"
Before he could say anything, Gu Zheng stood up and left. He stood there and looked at Gu Zheng's back view in a daze. His president was finally enlightened.
…
An hour later.
Qiao Xi slowly opened her eyes. The curtains were blocked. The room was very dark, but Qiao Xi still spotted a tall man standing by the bed.
"Ah Zheng?"
Gu Zheng's voice was hoarse. "Yes."
