Gu Jue was stunned by Chu baiqing's shout. For the past few days, he felt as if his heart had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil and was repeatedly fried because he felt sorry for Chu baiqing's injuries.
Okay, okay, okay. You're discharged. You're my ancestor. You're discharged.
Gu Jue gritted his teeth as he replied. He was trying to suppress his temper.
Mrs. Chu looked at the two of them and was traumatized by tan song and Shen Chen, so she couldn't help but overthink.
After all, the two of them grew up together and often lived together.
No one noticed anything unusual about tan song and Shen Chen. Who knew if these two children would ...
Gu Jue felt a little strange under Mrs. Chu's gaze. He was never someone who liked to use his brain and was even less willing to ponder over things.
So, he didn't understand what Mrs. Chu's gaze meant.
But Chu baiqing could tell. He knew what his mother was thinking.
