The young man had his back to her, his posture a little clumsy.
Jiang Qingli didn't really want to trouble him. "It's fine, I won't fall. Worst case, I'll just take off my shoes."
Seeing her insist, Yuan Shiyao nodded.
The next second, he reached out and took the girl's wrist.
"Let's go," the young man said in a low voice. "Let's find Gu Nian."
He paused, then explained, "This way... if there's danger, I can get you out of here."
His reasoning was sound, and he was being very responsible.
Jiang Qingli nodded and went downstairs with him.
The bottom floor was vast, laid out like a large suite. A luxurious crystal chandelier sparkled brightly overhead. The floor was covered with a soft, expensive, genuine wool carpet, and the walls of the corridor were adorned with original masterpieces from various famous painters.
Gu Nian's suite was number 001.
