Gu Yange’s face was grim. The veins on his forehead throbbed, while he looked like he would blow up in fury anytime soon. When Gu Qiaoge saw that, her eyes narrowed and a cold smirk appeared on her lips.
“It’s okay if you want a pregnant woman like me to go and take care of you in the mountains instead.”
Perhaps it was because of Gu Qiaoge’s firm insistence, or something else, Gu Yange eventually relented to let Wen Ke follow him to the mountains.
Luckily, Gu Yange is willing to accept me. At the very least, this is a good start for me.