Gong Mingye frowned.
Gu Wan'an coughed lightly in a vain and embarrassed manner; "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
Gong Mingye didn't say anything, much less pay any attention to her.
He put down the cup with a cold face, turned his wheelchair, and left.
Watching the man's figure disappear from sight, Gu Wan'an anxiously scratched her head.
How could this man be so unpredictable? Changing his face at the drop of a hat.
It's said that women are moody because they have their periods, could it be that men also have them?
Forget it, it's useless to think so much.
If soft methods don't work, then she would use force!
After making up her mind, Gu Wan'an went upstairs and casually packed a few clothes before going downstairs quietly.
Then, she tiptoed out of the living room.
The journey was unobstructed.