After Hua Shiyu went upstairs, Gong Ye sat on the sofa and dialed Gong Lanxin's number.
"Come over right away!"
"Brother, I'm really busy right now! I'm with..."
"Fine, don't come if you don't want to, but from now on, don't ever show your face in front of me again!"
"Okay, okay, Brother, I'll come over immediately!"
Gong Ye hung up the phone.
After a long while, his gaze fell on the glass on the table.
Under the light, there was a faint reflection at the bottom of the cup. He furrowed his brow slightly and reached out to pinch it.
His fingertips clearly felt something gritty. Slowly, he raised his hand and stared at the tips of his fingers for a long time.
Then he gently rubbed it, and some fine dust dissolved away.
He held it under his nose and sniffed lightly.
Just then, Hua Shiyu came downstairs, having changed into a new set of clothes, and happened to see Gong Ye examining the cup.
