But what if there's any hint of "evidence"?
Gu Zixuan didn't dare to think about it.
Returning to the He Family's villa, her mood remained low.
As soon as she opened the door and saw Zhou Huimei, who was up early tending to flowers, her mood worsened.
Zhou Huimei glanced at her entering, her eyes dark and menacing, "Gu Zixuan, isn't it inappropriate for you not to come home two nights in a row?"
Gu Zixuan curved her lips, trying to maintain calm, "Mom, I have things to deal with recently."
"What could you possibly be busy with?" Zhou Huimei sneered, setting down the watering can, moving towards her gracefully.
"Isn't it just about your father? Gu Zixuan, aren't you tired running back and forth between the Gu Family and the He Family every day? You should just divorce my Qi Mo earlier, and go back quietly to help, wouldn't that be better?"
Gu Zixuan's heart trembled slightly, she said, "Do you hate me that much?"
