Gong Xiaoqiao laughed, "Qin Yao, do you think I do all this for you? You really think too highly of yourself!"
"No matter what it's for! How can you justify this to Aunt Rong? If she saw..."
"Ha... If she saw?" Gong Xiaoqiao seemed to hear a huge joke, her previously indifferent expression turning sharp yet her eyes hid stubborn, concealed sorrow, "Anyway, she's already dead. No matter what I do she won't know, what does it matter anymore..."
Shocked by this news, Qin Yao knocked over the wine glass by his side, "What... are you saying?"
Gong Xiaoqiao glanced at him with a somewhat mocking murmur, "It seems Gu Hangshen has really gone to great lengths..."
"What exactly is going on? Speak clearly!"
"Speak of what? Speak of the pitiful woman, who ruined her youthful dreams all for one man, who tirelessly made three lunches every day to take to school and please friends, who already died four years ago, yet the prime culprits like you are blissfully unaware..."
