Xia Yinian hurried through her dinner as fast as she could.
At last, having tidied everything up and sent it away with the maid, she washed her face in the bathroom before returning to her room, standing in front of Gu Beicheng.
The man sat on the sofa in the room, his long legs crossed in such a dazzling fashion, still exuding a languid and careless demeanor.
Xia Yinian stared at him for quite some time before she finally couldn't hold back: "Aren't you going to interrogate me?"
Gu Beicheng glanced at her indifferently and took a sip from his cup without saying a word.
This attitude again! Xia Yinian felt stifled to death.
He himself had said that he wanted to bring her here for questioning, but now, after she had been here for so long, he had not been willing to say a single word about the matter.
Just leaving her hanging like this, what does that mean?
"Uncle, I don't understand what you mean," Xia Yinian didn't want to make a fuss, but she felt resentful.
