Ye Yuwei nodded and went to sit down beside Gu Juexi. "You will be comforting your daughter tomorrow. I can't handle her."
Gu Juexi heard Ye Yuwei and complained silently about her shirking her responsibilities.
His daughter was perfect, except for her temper that was almost worse than his.
"And by the way, I have spoken to my brother. It's pretty hectic at the bank now and he can't leave, but he said that my aunt passed away a very long time ago and he has never met her," said Ye Yuwei.
"How old is Nalan Chunbo?" Gu Juexi stopped tapping his fingers on the table and asked.
Ye Yuwei's mind went blank for a moment – she had never thought about it.
Nalan Chunbo's age…
"I have seen his passport, he is turning thirty-three this year," said Ye Yuwei.
Thirty-three. Gu Juexi started tapping his fingers on the table again unconsciously.
