The unpleasant conversation came to an end.
It concluded with Mo Zixuan’s apology.
Gong Chenli wanted to rest, so he didn’t listen to Mo Zixuan’s words. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Arrange a room for Xue Tong, no need to come back to serve."
"Yes." Mo Zixuan responded, but he also understood that this was the gentleman giving him an out. Having been with the gentleman for a long time, he knew his temper.
Thinking this, he pointed toward the door and said, "This way!"
Despite suffering unjustly because of Gu Tong, his attitude was still good and very calm, showing no apparent emotions.
Of course, Gu Tong wasn’t so naive as to think he was truly harmless. She had encountered many people , seemingly non-threatening on the surface but hiding lethal intentions.
However, as the saying goes, you don’t hit a smiling face, so she said nothing and headed directly for the door.
A calm and steady voice.
Gong Chenli, originally sitting on the blood-red sofa, suddenly frowned and said in a flat tone, "Xue Tong? Is that a name you came up with yourself?"
This question stopped Gu Tong, causing her to ponder.
Come to think of it, this special codename wasn’t something she came up with on the spur of the moment when infiltrating the Mafia; rather, it was a name that existed for longer than she could remember.
Baptized in blood and reborn, that was her understanding of Gu Tong back then.
The tight furrows on Gong Chenli’s brow relaxed a bit, his eyelids drooped, replaced by a look of laziness. He waved his hand, showing no desire to continue questioning, and the conversation ended with this interrogative sentence.
Mo Zixuan observed Gong Chenli’s every move, raising a finger to his cold lips and gesturing towards the door, further indicating to Gu Tong to step out. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⁂fire.net
The red solid wood double doors closed, completely isolating this not-so-enclosed space; it was just a door, yet it seemed to divide two centuries.
Gu Tong followed behind Mo Zixuan, her anxious heart finally calming down a bit. She had momentarily passed the first stage and escaped the calamity.
However, this was just the real beginning of the task!
Mo Zixuan was a taciturn fellow, doing nothing other than leading the way. His pace was neither fast nor slow, yet they reached the destination in a short time.
He stopped in front of a room and said, "This is your room. Since you’re new to Xinyuan and we don’t know your preferences, clothes, accessories, and supplies are prepared randomly. If you need anything, just ask a servant."
Gu Tong initially thought the ’goods’ treatment would be inferior to that of a servant, but unexpectedly, it was almost on par with a lady!
Not only was everything needed prepared, but she also had the right to utilize the servants. If Gong Chenli hadn’t mentioned earlier about serving his nephew, she would have doubted the task’s accuracy.
Mo Zixuan said without emotion, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now. The gentleman sleeps lightly and wakes easily!"
"Butler Mo, don’t you dislike me?" As if controlled by unseen forces, Gu Tong asked this question.
She leaned forward and said, "Miss Ruqing is your sister, right? I offended her and almost wrongly accused you, shouldn’t you be very angry?"
Such a question was undoubtedly provoking; even the best-tempered person would be annoyed by it.
However, everything Gu Tong did was not without reason; it was precisely because she had a purpose that she had to do so!