Jiang Jingcheng was very confused recently. He was struggling. He even didn’t dare look directly into Gu Yan’s and Assistant Liu’s eyes, in afraid that they would read his mind.

Time flew. It was Saturday, on which Gu Yan and Mo Yichen had made a deal to buy clothes for Xiangyan.

At Friday night, Gu Yan called Mo Yichen excitedly to plan for the next day.

“Chen, where are we going tomorrow? How about the mall we went last time?” Gu Yan lied ...