On the floor, Gu Qiaoge's body shuddered and she spun around, head lifting to stare at the door.
It was Master Su.
Or more accurately, it was Lu Beichuan.
He stood there, back straight and tall. He was still wearing the clothes he had worn to the reception party, his jacket slung over his arm. He seemed to have gotten here in a hurry, little beads of sweat still dotting his forehead.
A cold, hard glint flashed through those eyes as they stared at Gu Qiaoge.
Their eyes held each other's gaze as he strode into the room. Without even turning his head, he said in a cold voice to the housekeeper, “Leave.”