Nalan Jing laughed when he heard what Gu Juexi said.
"Mr. Gu was saying that we should be straightforward, so why don't you tell me what you want to say?"
Gu Juexi leaned back in his chair. He was sitting under a parasol so he was shielded from the sunlight.
"Nothing. I was just going to ask how Mr. Nalan got to know about my mother's illness. It's fine if Mr. Nalan is not going to tell the truth though," Gu Juexi said casually as he put down his cup and got up from his chair, "making mistakes is not bad, what is bad is not knowing what you did wrong. Don't you think so, Mr. Nalan?"
Nalan Jing looked at Gu Juexi with his fingers intertwined, no intention of getting up from his chair.
"And I happened to be one who knows my mistakes." Gu Juexi smiled and left the golf course.
Nalan Jing squinted at Gu Juexi's receding figure and curled his lips.
"Master Jing," someone standing behind Nalan Jing called out softly.
