"Why don't you go in?" There was someone standing beside her at some point, looking at the gate of Qiongfang Pavilion with her.
At this time, guests had begun to arrive, and the two of them stood out among the people. On the third floor, Qianhe frowned, and finally sighed and went downstairs.
Arnold turned his head and looked at the face that was exactly the same as Luo Chen's. He couldn't explain why, but he felt sour in his heart and tears started to flow down his face.
Gan Mala felt a pain in his heart. He saw Arnold standing at the door of Qiongfang Pavilion from a distance, and he knew at a glance that there was something on her mind. He had not originally planned to come to Qiongfang Pavilion, but now that he was not
He should continue to stay in Qiongfang Pavilion. However, he still came over, feeling really uneasy.
"Don't cry, there are so many people here, it's not good for people to see you." Gan Mala hurriedly took out the handkerchief he carried and handed it to Arnold, and his voice became softer.
Arnold stared at the handkerchief in front of him for a moment, then quickly took it and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"If there's anything else, let's go in first and talk about it." Qian He walked out and took Arnold into Qiongfang Pavilion. She glanced at Gan Mala and then at the building on the other side.
Arnold paused slightly and looked to the other side. He saw a man standing not far from the direction he came from. His black robe made his figure look slender and handsome. She gave him a wry smile.
, withdrew his gaze and followed Qianhe into Qiongfang Pavilion.
Ganmala followed straight in and headed straight for the room on the third floor.
The decoration on the third floor has not changed much in the past few years. Arnold usually comes here when he has nothing to do, but today he felt that he was in a different mood and looked at everything differently.
Qianhe hugged her distressedly and patted her back, with infinite love in her voice: "What's going on? Tell me first and let me know."
Arnold looked outside the balcony, where the sky was exposed, and the bright sun could be seen hanging on the blue sky. Everything looked so peaceful, just like her heart was as peaceful now. She originally thought she would
She was very angry and would lose her temper, but she didn't. She just felt like her heart was being tightened by a very thin thread, which made it difficult for her to breathe.
Ganmala elegantly poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her, "Although I don't know what happened to you today, I understand that there is no use worrying about many things. If they happen, you have to find a way to solve them."
"Yes, the eldest son is right. If you have anything to say, you can speak up first. Don't think about it alone. We will think about it together and we will definitely find a solution."
Arnold withdrew his gaze, glanced at Gan Mala and then at Qian He. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her palm and it hurt. This kind of pain finally made some waves in the tranquility in her heart. She would feel pain, so
She had to figure out how to do it first. She lowered her head slowly, her eyes turning red uncontrollably, "Gan Mala, I want to borrow someone from you."
"Borrowing someone?" Gan Mala was stunned for a moment, and suddenly coughed uncontrollably.
Arnold felt very ashamed. She had never visited Ganmala even once when he was injured. Now that she had a problem, she wanted to rely on his help.
"what are you up to?"
Arnold's eyes averted and he opened his mouth but could not speak. This was the hatred between her and Tuoba Yanrong. Shouldn't she involve others?