While speaking, Mrs. Gu put down the teacup in her hand and looked at the person opposite her.
Even though Gu Yin loathed to admit it, she had no choice but to do so, that woman's son was indeed better than her own son. Whether in looks or ability, he was much more outstanding than her own child. The realization of this point caused Gu Yin's heart to bleed.
She, the aristocratic Gu family's daughter, was even less than a son of an actress.
Gu Yin's gaze at Gu Mingyu became increasingly indifferent, "I thought you wouldn't set foot in here in your lifetime."
"I want the century-old wild ginseng you have."
Stopping in front of Gu Yin, Gu Mingyu spoke directly, his eyes completely calm. Upon hearing his words, a hint of surprise appeared in Gu Yin's eyes, "What did you say?"
If she was not certain that there was nothing wrong with her hearing, she would nearly doubt if she had heard him wrongly.
