It wasn't until Gong Shaofan's large hand enveloped her tightly clenched fist.
"You are going to tear your palm apart." Gong Shaofan shook slightly, indicating her to stop applying pressure.
Only then did Yuanya snap back to consciousness, realizing that her nails had almost punctured her skin.
"I'm fine…" Yuanya sighed.
Even though she wanted him to stay, her words contradicted her feelings.
Well, now he's left, and she felt an immense sense of loss. She only had herself to blame for this!
In the meantime, Gong Shaofan had received a call and hung up in just a few words.
Looking at Yuanya's expression, all he could do was pat her on the shoulder.
"Stop thinking about it, see what he has given you."
After saying this, Gong Shaofan walked out of the door, diverting the attention of the servants and leaving her alone.
Once Yuanya had gathered her emotions, she slowly opened the box to reveal an ordinary-looking photo album.
