Old Master Gu tried to see something from the child.
But his profound eyes, given his young age, left him somewhat puzzled.
Is this the gaze a four-year-old should have?
Suddenly, Fang Jiujiu laughed: "My surname is Fang, not Gu."
Old Master Gu's eyebrows furrowed: "Kid, do you understand what you're saying? There countless people under heaven who wish to be surnamed Gu, dreaming of becoming a part of the Gu Family. Are you rejecting our Gu Family?"
"Grandfather, they are still children, they are only four years old, they don't understand what you're saying," said Gu Xi, "I think the child's understanding is very simple, he thinks his name is Fang Jiujiu, so he must be surnamed Fang."
Gu Xi's understanding made sense to the old master.
Had he indeed overthought?
How deep could the thoughts of two children go?
