Su Yan opened her mouth, wanting to say thank you, but in the end, not a single word came out.
Such words of gratitude were too feeble and powerless at this moment.
Upon reflection, Gu Chaohan had indeed done a lot for her, things she knew and things she didn't.
"Buzz... buzz buzz..."
The phone on the bedside table vibrated. Gu Chaohan glanced at the number on the screen; it was an unfamiliar number.
He was not accustomed to answering calls from strangers, but today she had returned, and he was in an unusually good mood, so he impulsively decided to answer.
Once the call connected, the voice on the other end was unceremonious, "Gu Chaohan, is Su Yan with you?"
Recognizing the voice, a faint smile appeared on Gu Chaohan's thin lips.
He thought, so it was him.
"She's my wife. It has nothing to do with you. Why should I tell you?"
Shen Chizheng's tone clearly became anxious, "I need to talk to her. Let her take the call."
Gu Chaohan chuckled lightly and didn't reply.
