Chapter 66 Han Siming is His Own Younger Uncle (1)_1

Inside the rest room:

Jian Ran stood frozen in place, her hands tightly clenched—was Han Siming just outside the door?

Her grip on the bowl and chopsticks wavered, and they fell to the ground.

In her panic, Jian Ran bent over to pick up the shattered porcelain, and inadvertently, her fair fingers were cut.

"Ah..."

Jian Ran withdrew her hand in pain. Seeing her so careless, Gu Mochen frowned slightly and pursed his lips towards Secretary Zhou outside the door.

"I'll be out shortly."

"Yes, Mr. Gu."

Hearing Secretary Zhou outside inviting Han Siming to take a seat, Jian Ran's heartbeat quickened even more. She couldn't care less about her bleeding finger now; if she went out, she would inevitably bump into Han Siming. Her only choice was to stay in the rest room.

"How could you be so careless?"

Gu Mochen frowned again, his eyes filled with depth.