Beg Forgiveness

Even so, Luo Yuxin was still very nervous. In the end, she was still worried that Fang Xingjian already knew her secret.

The waiting time was very long, and every minute was very torturous. The clicks of the clock stimulated every nerve in his body.

No matter how slow Gong Shaochen was, he had always been walking. Even though he was extremely anxious, he still came here.

He opened the door and saw her in the middle of the hall. He was silent and his expression was downcast. With a dark expression, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

Seeing his expression, Luo Yuxin was very scared. She took the glass of water from the maid's hand and walked towards him.

"Uncle, have some tea." Maintaining a humble attitude, he passed it over.

Gong Shaochen glanced at her. His eyes were like a knife. His hands did not move as he just looked at her.