Far away in Milan, Mo Qiansu suddenly had a nightmare, and it startled her awake.
She dreamt that her Xiaoyu had died...
"Gu Xuanye? Gu Xuanye?!" Mo Qiansu threw off the covers and got out of bed in a panic, her gaze searching desperately for his figure.
Gu Xuanye, holding his phone, was coming in from the balcony of the outer hall. He had just finished a call, and his complexion was very poor, with an obvious deep concern in the depths of his eyes.
Upon seeing Mo Qiansu coming out of the bedroom, he said, "I have to go back to the country right away, you stay here and focus on filming the commercial. I'll come back and take you to Switzerland to see Murong Qiong."
"Is something wrong with Xiaoyu?!" Although Mo Qiansu hadn't heard the content of his phone call, she had a very bad feeling in her heart.
Gu Xuanye looked at her with deep eyes, raised his hand to rub her head, "No, it's just a bit of urgent business at the company, so I need to go back to the country first."
