"Then how rational are you?" Zhang Jingyu asked.
"I won't do anything for love," Gu nianjia said.
"What do you have that you don't care about?" Zhang Jingyu tried to pry into her thoughts.
Sometimes, he understood her very well, but there were some aspects of her that he could not see clearly.
Was her innocence innate, or was she just pretending?
Sometimes, she didn't want to understand too much, so she pretended to forget how smart she was.
"I have money. Grandpa left me hundreds of millions." Gu nianjia chuckled.
He dragged out his words, making it sound like he was mocking himself.
After saying that, she finished the wine in the glass.
She downed a few glasses of wine in a row. She was so drunk that she had forgotten about her teacher-student relationship with Zhang Jingyu. Instead, she treated him like a brother and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder.
