No One Wants You Even If You Deliver Yourself to Their Door

Fortunately, Rong Zhan was not here. Otherwise, how could this situation be explained?

Gu Qingxue could not remember how she got on the bed last night. After thinking for a while, she shook Rong Han awake. "Lil' Han, wake up."

Rong Han stretched lazily. He blinked his eyes at Gu Qingxue and then went into her arms to act coquettishly.

Gu Qingxue's heart almost melted, but she did not have time to enjoy Rong Han's dependence on her. She cupped Rong Han's little face and asked curiously, "Lil' Han, do you know how when I went to bed last night?"

"I don't know..." Rong Han was still asleep. He could not help but doze off even when Gu Qingxue cupped his little face. His little head was nodding bit by bit.

"Then when did your father leave?" Gu Qingxue pressed on.

Rong Han wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, shaking his head in confusion. He simply leaned his little head on Gu Qingxue's hand, obviously still not awake.