Nan Fei pointed at Huo Beijiang, who was playing with blocks with Jiang Yang.
"It's him," she said.
Gu Qiu wanted to glare fiercely at the prime culprit, but the oppressively strong aura emanating from him indicated that he was not someone she could afford to provoke. Just now, amidst all those people, any one of whom could shake the Imperial City with a stomp, he had dismissed them like shooing away flies.
She didn't have the guts for that.
So Gu Qiu only silently cursed Huo Beijiang's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in her mind, without a trace of it showing on her face.
Yu Yiji, who was lying on his mom's body, whispered, "Mom, are you secretly cursing someone in your heart?"
"No!" Gu Qiu firmly denied it. She was merely expressing her greetings, which was a basic social courtesy.
Yu Yiji pouted, expressing his doubt.
