Gu Zixuan: "..."
When Gu Zixuan left feeling stifled, it was once again Feng Chengjin's driver who came to escort her.
Looking at the beautiful woman with a gloomy face who didn't speak, the driver simply couldn't understand why everyone else who met his sir could smile as beautifully as they wished, while this lady always left with a sullen face?
Gu Zixuan sat in the back seat, utterly unwilling to talk.
Not as pretty? Hah!
If a man's starting point for looking at a woman is her attractiveness, then she can truly give up on the male species!
The upstairs of the side hall at the Royal Jazz Club.
It wasn't long after Gu Zixuan left that someone pushed the door open and entered.
A middle-aged woman in an ice-blue qipao with an orchid-like aura walked in gracefully and, seeing the tall figure standing by the window, spoke, "Cheng Jin."
Feng Chengjin raised his eyes and smiled at the approaching woman, "Mother."
