The dazzling incandescent lamp flickered nervously above his head, like a firefly suffering from Parkinson's disease, reflecting Gu Qingxuan's "boring face" that was flatter than the surface of the moon.
He held the "At Your Own Risk Agreement" in one hand, and casually scratched the signature pad a few times with the other hand. The tip of the signature pen rubbed against the paper, making a slight rustling sound, as if it was playing a prelude to his upcoming "living career."
"Gu Qingxuan, are you sure you won't think about it again?" The mechanical and cold synthesized voice of the immigration robot sounded in my ears, without any emotion at all.
"No, it's good." Gu Qingxuan didn't even raise his head, just snorted softly in a nasal voice.
The moon is so big, he wants to lie down.
One and a half months ago, the Gu family ancestral hall.
"Evil! How dare you collude with outsiders and betray the family's secrets!" Gu Qingxuan's stepmother, a woman with a face full of makeup and eyes as poisonous as snakes and scorpions, pointed at his nose and roared hysterically.
Beside him, his father Gu Yuanshan's face was ashen, his eyes were complicated, but he said nothing.
Gu Qingxuan just watched this farce coldly, as if he was not involved.
