Gu Qianqian was young, after all, still not very adept at hiding her emotions.
Thus, her silence was, in a way, an admission, an admission that was giving elderly Mr. Gu an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
He himself didn't understand why he was feeling this way towards a young girl who held almost no connection to him. Still, elder Mr. Gu felt compelled to explain, "My dear, I genuinely like you. As for the things Gu Sitian told you, please don't dwell on them. I swear, I don't harbor any ill intentions towards you."
To her surprise, these words made Gu Qianqian recall what Gu Sitian had said about her trying to latch onto Gu Baichuan.
Her face turned beet red almost instantly, "Please stop talking like that, I know you didn't mean it that way."
"So, does this mean you forgive me?"
Forgive him or not, she was actually unsure. Yet, for some reason, Gu Qianqian never found it in herself to detest elder Mr. Gu.
