Gu Yang looked at Feng Jue suspiciously. The expression she caught just now didn't mean that.
She took Feng Jue shopping as usual and gave him material comforts.
After returning to the Gu residence, she went to look for Gu Jin and told her about the photo.
Gu Jin leaned lazily against the computer chair, playing with a simulated gun in her hand. She casually looked up at Gu Yang, her tone a little cold. "So you sold me?"
Gu Yang's gaze paused on her gun for a moment. Good lord, it was a real gun. She had almost forgotten that the big shot had another secret identity, a weapons designer.
She added meekly, "It was selling your picture."
"Oh," Gu Jin replied nonchalantly, then asked, "Did you practice the piano today?"
"Not yet, I'll go now!" Seeing that the big shot wasn't fussing over this matter, Gu Yang immediately went to practice the piano obediently.
