Crystal Cup

He had been driving very fast just now. If it were anyone else, they would have probably been screaming the whole journey.

This thought flashed through Chen Qing's mind for only a second. He led Qiao Nian inside.

Qiao Nian didn't expect the Gu family to have a small, old-fashioned courtyard. As soon as she walked in, the fragrance wafted over.

The sun was shining brightly. Everywhere she looked, she could only see greenery and flowers. It made one feel as though they were in some sort of paradise.

They walked through the garden and arrived at a small hut. There, they saw Gu Zhou lying on a recliner, his face pale. It was unclear if he was dead or alive.

There were scattered flowers, red wine, Western food, and some fruits on the ground beside Gu Zhou.

Qiao Nian's expression changed drastically. In the past, when Gu Zhou's illness flared up, he could still control himself.