C815 The Storm Was Coming

This morning's text messages, the unexpected encounter, the persistent twist of fate...

Gu Qisheng sat behind his desk. Earlier, Gu Yue hadn't woken up yet, and the office lights were dimmed, with only a small desk lamp on. The blinds were drawn, casting a shadowy glow across the room. Even in the low light, Gu Qisheng's presence was unmistakable—his posture was upright and composed