Gu Qingcheng, Kneel Down and Beg Me

The butler respectfully said, "Miss is in the study."

Huo Sicheng's slender eyes were dark and profound, and his whole being exuded a chill that kept others at bay.

He took out his phone and dialed Gu Qingcheng's number again.

The system's voice announced that Gu Qingcheng's phone was switched off, and a trace of bitter pain crossed his eyes.

His hand drooped, as did his gaze upon Gu Qingcheng's phone number, feeling a heart-wrenching pain that made it hard to breathe.

His slender fingers tapped on the phone, bringing up the GPS again. He was eager to know where Gu Qingcheng was, but he restrained himself.

In his view, the appearance of WeChat prompted him to open it. There was only Gu Qingcheng on his WeChat.

The WeChat avatar was still the one Gu Qingcheng had set for him and never changed. The last message in WeChat was from a long time ago, sent by her, and he had not replied.