Gu Anjin had just hung up the phone when she heard a knock at the door and immediately stood up.
Upon seeing the figure at the door, she pressed her lips tightly, looking at him without speaking.
"Still awake?" Yue Siqing's dark blue eyes were as deep as the sea.
Gu Anjin tightly gripped the phone in her hand, staring at him steadily. How could he remain so unaffected?
Clearly, he overheard her call, and knew she was looking for Huo Xun.
That was his own younger brother!
Gu Anjin recalled Huo Xun's words—his face was completely destroyed.
An eight-year-old child helplessly waiting for death in a fire, all because of Yue Siqing.
But it wasn't just an eight-year-old child; it was his own younger brother.
Perhaps this was just Huo Xun's side of the story, but the voice in her heart told her that Huo Xun wasn't lying to her.
Upon learning that Huo Xun was Yue Siqing's younger brother, she couldn't remain calm.
