"Young Master, I have to call in sick today. I have a cold... Ah Qiu ~"

Mu Nan Weng said angrily. He pulled out a pure white napkin and pulled it into two halves. Half of it blew its nose fiercely, and the other half of the napkin flew away to wipe away its tears.

She had no idea what Gu Yu Ze was thinking, nor did she expect him to love her.

Gu Yu's Ze:

The little bit of pity in his heart was instantly beaten to the eighteenth level of ...