C205

When Fang Hong returned to the company, it was already 3 in the afternoon.

"I say, Little Ancestor, since you're not going back, why don't you have some food?" Peter held the lunchbox and chattered on in front of Gu Lingfeng.

On the other hand, Gu Lingfeng was still the same as before, sitting on the sofa without moving, his eyes lifeless.

Fang Hong's body stiffened