Gu Qingli got up from the ground in embarrassment and rushed into the downpour, and her eyes were lifeless.
She was unconscious, and her mind was full of what Tang Muhan had just said. She wobbled in the rain, and some pedestrians looked at her as if they were looking a psychopath.
She stood in the heavy rain, raised her head, and let rain wash herself.
At this moment, Gu Qingli did not know where she was going. There was no place for her to live in such a big city.
She wandered blankly in the streets and alleys. Finally she reached the door of Nanchen villa.
Why was she here?
Gu Qingli smiled bitterly. Maybe the only one who could help her now was Xi Moxiao.
But why should he help her?
They were not related to each other, and recently, Xi Moxiao had done enough for her.
She didn't forget that he asked her to move in, but she broke her appointment.
Just then, the phone suddenly rang. She took out the phone and looked at it, she suddenly woke up.