It wasn't until Lu Zhanbei's car disappeared from sight completely that Gu Qianqian finally snapped out of her daze.
Her hand unconsciously touched her lips.
There, Lu Zhanbei's taste lingered—a subtle mix of tea and smoke, uniquely his—faint yet enduring...
"Qianqian..."
Lost in reminiscence, she suddenly heard her father's voice from behind. Startled, Gu Qianqian quickly removed her hand from her lips and awkwardly grinned at him: "Dad, why are you out so late?"
"You know it's late? Then why are you only just coming back? Where did you go?"
Not daring to tell the truth, she quickly used her manager as a scapegoat: "I... met with Xia Jing for a while..."
After all, they had indeed met today. Technically, it wasn't a lie, right?
"Really?"
Gu Qianqian: "..."
Alright! Experience really does come with age, and her dad was even savvier than Lu Zhanbei. How could her little tricks possibly fool him?
Might as well come clean!
"Actually... I went to see Mrs. Bai today."
"Who?"
