Gu Chen tried to reach for the phone that was tossed to him, but it was out of reach, and his arms couldn't extend that far.
Gu Yan flashed a playful smile, bent down to pick up the phone, and held it in front of him, "Forgot, your hands are broken now."
The remark was really unpleasant to hear. If Gu Yan had meant any harm, anyone would think he came just to mock Gu Chen's plight, to ridicule his injuries.
Gu Chen's attention was quickly captured by the phone that Gu Yan held in front of him. The screen showed his uncle, or more precisely, his relatively young uncle. Back then, he hadn't yet donned his signature Chinese-style suit but was in casual gray and white attire, looking reckless and with eyes that were much sharper than now.
