Gu Xinyue bit her lower lip, her delicate and pretty face likewise filled with worry, but she gently took one of Song Huaying's jade-white hands into her own to offer her a measure of reassurance.
Wen Zhiyun knitted her slender brows, looked at Chen An, and advised, "Husband, let's just ignore them. If we let those two run into a few more closed doors, perhaps they won't come back in the future."
Chen An remained silent, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
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