Gu Nianbin came home very late. He opened the door and saw that Du Xiaoxian was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at him blankly.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Gu Nianbin frowned as he changed his shoes.

"Is Master alright?" Du Xiaoxian's voice was soft and gentle, slightly hoarse, and it sounded like a veil in the silent night, which gently slid over Gu Nianbin's eardrums. When she went downstairs, she heard Fang Yaru's shout. It was as if it wasn't ...