Fang Yuhuan smiled.
He reached out and gently patted the top of Gu Shengyinâs soft hair, just like when she was still a little fluff ball, smoothing her fur.
"Mm, my Xueli is the most beautiful."
He held Gu Shengyinâs hand and began to walk back.
He had many questions in his heart, but at this moment he only wanted to do one thingâto hold this girlâs hand and take her home.
"Ahâ" Suddenly, their steps halted.
A figure blocked their way.
A disheveled little girl, her hair loose, was wandering aimlessly.
"Is it her?" Fang Yuhuan frowned.
He still had some impression of An Weiwei, though it wasnât a good one.
If he remembered correctly, this lady of the An Family should have been confined forcibly in their villa because of "mental illness."
How could she suddenly appear here, and...
Fang Yuhuan looked at her blood-stained dress, holding a sharp knife in her hand, her expression frenziedâit was clear that she didnât look like a normal person.
At this moment, Fang Yuhuan didnât know that An Weiweiâs hands were stained with a life.
Could it be that the An Familyâs excuse wasnât just an excuse, and An Weiwei truly has gone mad?
Looking at her appearance, Fang Yuhuan tightened his grip on the hand beside him.
He took out his phone and dialed the police.
"Letâs go." He said to Gu Shengyin.
They took a detour, staying far away from An Weiwei.
In fact, An Weiwei couldnât see them at all.
She was still immersed in her own dark, resentful, and bloody world.
Fang Yuhuan and Gu Shengyin walked quickly, soon leaving An Weiwei far behind.
After that, Gu Shengyin saw the Ferrari she had hastily driven out of Fang Yuhuanâs garage.
She lowered her head somewhat guiltily.
Having witnessed Gu Shengyinâs transformation from beast to human, Fang Yuhuan already had a rough idea about how she left and how his car ended up here.
Gu Shengyin was expecting him to ask, but instead, Fang Yuhuan said nothing and just led her into the car he drove over.
Gu Shengyin turned her head and hesitantly asked in a low voice, "That car..."
Fang Yuhuanâs lips lifted slightly, clearly in a good mood: "Itâs fine, Iâve already called, the insurance company will send someone to drive it back."
Gu Shengyin opened her mouth but said nothing more.
She thought that with such strange things happening to her, he would definitely ask her immediately.
She hadnât figured out how to answer him yet.
But Fang Yuhuan, taking an unusual approach, didnât ask anything.
This actually made her more uneasy inside.
She didnât know what he was thinking after all.
Unlike her unease, Fang Yuhuan was calm, even asking if she wanted some water.
Gu Shengyin didnât feel thirsty, so she shook her head and declined.
This transformation had consumed a lot of Gu Shengyinâs energy, and as she looked at the scenery ahead, she started to feel a bit sleepy.
Beside her was a familiar, dependable presence, allowing her to close her eyes and fall asleep peacefully.
Fang Yuhuan, who had been paying attention to her, slowed down the car and played some gentle music inside.
He looked at the sleeping Gu Shengyin, his eyes filled with tenderness.