"Ah Han, don't..." Gu Qingxin suddenly spoke, and although her words weren't clear, Rong Qianchen heard them perfectly.
His fingers froze; he couldn't believe that the half-conscious woman could still call out Beiming Han's name at this moment.
Rong Qianchen slowly retracted his hand. Does she really hate that man as much as he thought?
Rong Qianchen felt immense pain. His hand gently touched Gu Qingxin's cheek. How can he make her completely forget that man?
Rong Qianchen didn't sleep the whole night, taking care of Gu Qingxin and Baobei, the mother-daughter duo.
Meanwhile, in the North Garden, Beiming Han was also sleepless.
Bai Jingqing and Huangfu Ye came rushing after receiving the news. They looked at the man covered in blood, sitting dazed in the study, casting a tense glance at each other.
Both sat beside him, one on each side, nervously asking, "Big brother, what's wrong? Was there something different about tonight's assassin?"
"..."
