C57 Where's My Present?

Gu Linhan didn't say anything. He gently placed his finger on his chin.

His jaw was sharp, his lips were thin and cold. He had always been decisive, but he actually hesitated on this matter.

He recalled the figure of Pei Qingle crying the other day. Her red eyes were still red and she had not wiped her tears clean. She stubbornly hid all her sadness in her eyes.

For some reason