...
Jian Ran was supported by Gu Mochen as they walked toward the elevator. Hearing Han Siming's lingering words behind them, she couldn't help but stiffen all over.
Jian Ran's beautiful eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth curved into a mocking smile.
So... the wealthy are heartless.
Those men, seemingly gentle and refined, crumble so easily when faced with adversity...
Jian Ran pursed her lips and glanced at the man beside her through half-squinted eyes, unaffected by the events, knowing... that Han Siming's impact on Gu Mochen was now minimal.
Perhaps... Gu Mochen has been hurt by his family once again.
...
Entering the elevator, Jian Ran struggled out of the man's grip, stood alone against the elevator wall, and maintained a distance.
It was as if the affectionate words she had just spoken to Han Siming didn't come from her.
Gu Mochen's dark eyes dimmed, and his thin lips pursed.
"How are you feeling now? Do you need to rest?"
"No need..."
