Gu Jingchen walked over, gently tugged on Shang Xixia's soft, fair hand, and spoke in an especially tender voice. The corners of the man's thin lips pressed slightly together as his deep, obsidian eyes gazed at the woman he adored, filled with utmost gentleness and affection. He truly couldn't bear for the little girl to leave him, but what happened at the bar, why had emotions suddenly spiraled out of control? As the leader, he couldn't just ignore it.
"Alright." Shang Xixia, of course, understood the man's thoughts. She nodded her head. The little girl was extraordinarily considerate, as they say, "Birds of a feather flock together." Xie Qiyan had been brothers with Gu Jingchen for so many years. Even back when she was part of high society, she'd often heard of the upper-class evaluations of Xie Qiyan. The young woman naturally knew that Xie Qiyan wasn't the type of sharp-tongued, harsh person others might think. Whatever had happened, it must have a reason behind it.
