Gu Zichen's departure, at least in that moment, truly left Qiao Xiguan at a loss.
A loss so profound that it caused her heart to ache slightly.
He brought her to this unfamiliar country, plunged her into deep water and fire, and yet he left just like that.
The expansive living room.
The atmosphere became awkward and unclear.
Gao Song and Winterson seemed to be glancing at her, intentionally or unintentionally. Were they afraid she might suddenly break down and start crying?
She would not cry, actually.
At least, not for something she deemed unnecessary.
"It's late. Let's retire to our rooms and rest. Since the boss arranged it this way, he must have his reasons," Winterson said, seemingly trying to ease the oppressive mood in the living room.
Qiao Xiguan turned her gaze towards Winterson.
Winterson smiled faintly, "The boss trusts you; that's why he arranged it this way."
