Zhuo Yifan was holding her like a chick, "You walk slowly yourself, and besides, if people want to look, let them look."
Gu Mingzhu looked at Zhuo Dabao with an air of indifference, and she gasped.
Zhuo Dabao wasn't like this just today; it seemed like he never cared about others' opinions.
She felt ashamed to face anyone, so when walking out of the secretariat, she had no choice but to treat herself like an ostrich, shrinking into his embrace as he carried her out.
As she left, Gu Mingzhu could practically feel the gazes from all directions.
She didn't have Zhuo Dabao's thickness of face, so she could only huddle up.
Once in the underground parking lot, sitting in the car, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the future, she will definitely avoid coming here unless necessary.
Her foot was injured, and the wound on her shoulder hadn't fully healed, so she could only eat something light.
