Not a Robbery, Is It... Selling Beauty?

A gentle morning breeze began to blow. When Gu Pianpian awoke, Huo Qing'ang had already gone to the company, leaving their old mansion.

Though the silent treatment had been lifted, there was still some discomfort. Glancing at the time, she realized she had an hour before her appointment with Kan Lan.

After brief consideration, Gu Pianpian, holding her car keys, decided to make a detour to the flower market.

The unease that often accompanies breakfast alone vanished with the sudden ring of her phone.

"Sis, I've transferred some money to your Alipay. Take a look," Gu Xizhou's casual, clear voice sounded through the receiver.

Gu Xizhou transferred money to her?

Gu Pianpian's brows slightly furrowed in response to his candid tone. "Why did you transfer money to me?"

"To invest in your studio with Sister Qiao," the young man's cheerful voice cut through the winter haze.