Song Rong suggested returning to the Capital, and Jiang Muwan fell silent.
This silence also meant that something more important than the Capital had appeared in her life.
Song Rong saw through Jiang Muwan's thoughts at a glance. She reached out, held Muwan's palm, and gently squeezed it, trying to comfort her: "Jiangnian will understand."
"Should I talk to him?" Song Rong asked softly.
"I'll say it!" Some words, coming from an adult's mouth, just change their flavor.
There had always been a lack of communication between her and Gu Jiangnian.
In the living room, Song Sizhi sat on the sofa, looking around. While marveling at the grandeur of the Gu Mansion, she couldn't help but exclaim how wonderful capitalism was!
The houses capitalists live in could all be used as museum exhibits.
As Song Sizhi was admiring the grandeur of the Gu Mansion, she suddenly felt something soft under her feet.
