C178 Gu Ting's Heart Ached Deeply

The car's whistling away.

He looked at Huo Niannian, who was sleeping in his arms. The color in Gu Tingshen's eyes gradually deepened. His brows had been furrowed. If he had not asked his bodyguards to isolate the reporters from the outside world, they would not have let go of this opportunity to inquire.

He didn't dare to think that if he had come a little later. . .

"Huo Niannian