C294 Secret Ground

The more she thought about it, the more alarmed she became. Gu Zhuohua couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up from her chair and began pacing, her hands twisting together, her mind buzzing as if it were about to explode.

"Miss! Miss?" Chunmin's voice came softly from outside the door as she knocked, carrying a tray of pastries.

Chunmin's voice was like a sudden clap of thunder