No Grievance, No Hatred

The next day.

Early morning.

When she woke up, it was already past eight o'clock. Gu Wan'an didn't even have time to eat breakfast and rushed out.

Gong Mingye looked up. He only had time to see her back view and frowned.

With dark circles under his eyes, Han Wenhao lay on the table, wishing he was dead.

He had only slept for five hours when he was woken up. His usual routine was clearly not like this. He didn't know what was wrong with this madman.

"Come here!"

Suddenly, Gong Mingye narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low and cold voice.

Han Wenhao froze. His body trembled slightly and he slid off the chair and fell to the ground. "What…What's wrong?"

At that moment, Gong Yefeng, who was sneakily pudding forward, suddenly dropped to the ground with weak legs.

H exchanged glances with Han Wenhao.

"Second Brother…"

Gong Yifeng stood up from the ground and walked over, trying to curry favor.