C1989 Poor Gu Huaiyu

The other two didn't speak, but by the looks of it, they were thinking the same thing as a woman.

Over the past year, Zhang Xiaorou had been held in the palm of Gu Huaiyu's hands. Even if it was just a cough, Gu Huaiyu was extremely nervous.

It was precisely because of this that she had long gotten used to the feeling of being held in the palm of others