Gu Qiaoqiao had no choice but to stop, whispering, "He's gone."
"How could he leave? Didn't I ask you to keep him for dinner? I made several dishes he loves,"
Lian Yuhong said anxiously.
Gu Qiaoqiao lifted her head and said earnestly, "Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I know what I'm doing. Can you please not worry for now?"
Without waiting for Lian Yuhong to reply, Gu Qiaoqiao continued, "Mom, I have a headache."
After saying that, Gu Qiaoqiao, with a furrowed brow, made her way toward the staircase in the large living room.
Lian Yuhong watched her daughter's figure, sighing helplessly.
She followed into the room.
By the time she reached the living room, Gu Qiaoqiao had already returned to her carving studio.
And shut the door tightly behind her.
At that very moment, Qin Yize's anger seemed about to burst his chest.
He restrained himself with a calmness he had never before possessed.
And steered the car toward the outskirts, speeding away.
