In the elevator, Gu Qingcheng was holding a fruit basket and talking to Qin Sheng who was standing beside him with a bouquet of flowers.

  "Didn't I tell you on the phone this morning that I'd pick you up after work?"

  Qin Shang said: "I was originally going to the MSC building, but they said you've been staying at this hotel side recently... eh, are you that Yang..."

  As soon as he got out of the elevator, Qin Song saw Yang Fu Xiao standing in front of the elevator, "Yang..."

  Yang Wu Xiao

  Yang Mo smiled and added his own name after Qin Shuang's words.

  "Yes, at dawn," Qin Shuang took a step forward, "I didn't expect to meet you again here, are you coming...?"

  "She's now an intern at Ya Wan," Gu Qingcheng said, putting his arm around Qin Shuang's shoulder from behind and giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go, "Isn't she still supposed to go to the hospital to see Rong Ze?"

  "Alright, let's go."

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at the two people leaving in front of him and hastily ran a few steps forward, "Mr. Gu!"

  Gu Qingcheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Yang Fu Xiao with a chilly gaze.

  "May I interrupt you for ten minutes? Just ten minutes!"

  Gu Qingcheng's lips curled up slightly, "If it's official business, go upstairs and find Secretary Fang to talk about it. If it's private matters, I'm not interested."

  Yang Mu Xiao stared blankly as Gu Qing Cheng opened the car door for Qin Shuang, and the car drove away without her moving a step.

  They look exactly alike and their handwriting is identical, but when he looks at her, his eyes are devoid of any warmth.

  She clenched her fists and rushed out of the hotel, hailed a taxi at the entrance, "Follow that car in front."

  Gu Qingcheng's car drove into the city hospital. Yang Fuxiao paid the fare and ran out to catch up, seeing that the two people in the vehicle had just entered the inpatient department.

  Because Gu Qingcheng and Qin Shang were in single-person wards on the floor, they were completely isolated from outsiders, and Yang Fuxiao could only wait downstairs.

  She sat on the public chair, sorted out all the information, patted her own head, and the elevator door in front of her opened. This time, however, there was no Qin Shuang coming out of the elevator, only Gu Qingcheng alone. She walked up to him without any hesitation.

  "Mr. Gu!"

  Gu Qingcheng didn't notice that there was still a figure lurking in the shadows on the other side of the stairs, raising an eyebrow and intentionally slowing down his pace.

  Yang Mu Xiao caught up and asked, "Mr. Gu, can you give me ten minutes?"

  Gu Qingcheng walked out with a stride, followed by Yang Fuxiao behind him, all the way to the car. Gu Qingcheng unlocked the car and got in, while Yang Fuxiao stood still beside the car.

  He pressed the horn and said, "Get on."

  Yang Mu Xiao hastily opened the car door and got in, "Do you know Xu Miao Huan?"

  This was Yang Mu Xiao's second time asking Gu Qing Cheng this question, Gu Qing Cheng shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal, turning around to look at her, "Don't know."

  How is it possible?

  Yang Mu Xiao almost laughed out loud, she didn't believe it, even from the handwriting alone, she absolutely didn't believe it.

  She had asked Gu Qingcheng for ten minutes, but now, in the twenty-minute drive from the hospital to Yang's house, it seemed like her throat was being choked. She felt her breathing getting more and more suffocating, as if she was under high pressure, and didn't know where to start.

  The car stopped in front of the Yang's house, she still stared at the windshield in front of her, motionless.

  Gu Qingcheng turned his face, looking at the person sitting in the passenger seat who was still motionless. Just as he wanted to speak, he saw a figure flashing by outside the car window. He narrowed his eyes and leaned over to help Yang Fuxiao unfasten her seatbelt. "Miss Yang, we're here."

  Gu Qingcheng's voice was low and deep, his eyes looking at her with a strange coolness, just like the first time they met in the cemetery.

  Yang Fuxiao suddenly came back to her senses, and the man's breath was already on her face. Her back stiffened.

  Are we just going to let this opportunity slip away without asking anything further?

  Although Gu Qingcheng gave her a completely different feeling, she dared to confirm that this person was absolutely Xu Mochen. Is it possible for two people in the world to be exactly the same but not the same person? It's simply impossible!

  "Let me ask you again," Yang Xiao stretched out his hand, grasping the collar of Gu Qingcheng's shirt and pulling him closer to look into his eyes, "Tell me, do you know Xu Muhuang?"

  Two faces were very close, breathing in sync, Yang Xiao's heart was pounding violently against the ventricular wall, waiting for an answer.

  Gu Qingcheng's arms were propped up on the passenger seat, his eyes were deep and calm, his thin lips pursed slightly, "Don't know..."

  As soon as the words fell, Yang's lips had already been printed on hers.

  Her slightly sweaty hands grasped the collar of Gu Qingcheng's shirt, her fingertips touching his Adam's apple, and the chaotic kiss had turned into a bite. However, the man in front of her seemed like an iceberg, unmoving, with only the temperature between their lips gradually rising.