The sudden interrogation almost choked Gu Bo, causing him to hurriedly put down his teacup.
"Of course, there are some. You just don't know them," his eyes rolled around as he said dryly, "I, once I made money, I came here to share it with your dad."
Gu Danyu's eyes slightly narrowed, and her lips curled up into a cold smirk, "Then Uncle, you really do keep our family in mind!"
Although it was a phrase of praise, Gu Bo seemed to hear a mocking undertone in it.
He squinted his eyes and started to seriously observe the niece standing before him.
A few years had passed, and she seemed to have become somewhat elusive.
At this moment, a rich aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
Father Gu wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked over wearing an apron, "Another fifteen minutes, and it'll be ready to eat."
Seeing him, Gu Danyu's eyes softened, and her voice became gentler, "Dad, you've worked hard."
