Her tone was indeed rousing, like a soldier ready to march to their death on the battlefield.
Yao Qing looked at her, feeling as if she couldn't keep up with her train of thought.
"I'm not hurt, and it's not your fault. It was just a lunatic, and the lunatic has been chased away. It's over now and has nothing to do with you—don't blame yourself, okay?"
Yao Qing's words fell lightly, but Gu Qing clearly didn't take in a single one.
She bowed her head, texting, and Yao Qing sighed.
She couldn't change anyone, nor did she have any right or ability to change a person's mind.
She suddenly felt so tired and just wanted to collapse at home for a while, until she had the motivation to come out again.
When Gu Qing finished texting, Yao Qing followed her out once more.
The moment they pushed the door of the private room open, the towering figure of a man outside blocked the path ahead.
Yao Qing wasn't that surprised.
After all, Gu Qing's texts were most likely about her.
