Gu Wan hid upstairs, still holding the letter Gu Qing left behind, in which she said she would stay with Wu Haoyu until death.
As for Wu Haoyu, in Gu Wan's impression, he was a typical second-generation rich, whether it was his unconventional dressing or his arrogant attitude towards others, it always felt like the term "second-generation rich" was an insult to him.
Calling him a hooligan was more fitting.
She just didn't expect Gu Qing to value their love so much...
Gu Wan crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it back into Gu Qing's room, then returned to her own room.
Emperor Group headquarters, eighty-eighth floor, CEO's office.
"Young Master, this..."
The person stood uneasily at the desk holding a stack of documents. The purple sandalwood desk was a full one and a half meters wide, instantly widening the distance between them. He still felt a chill coming from the opposite side, and the air pressure in the room suddenly dropped sharply.
"Take it away."
