Before dinner, Gu Feng came to pick up Gu Xiao.
Lu Fengxuan, still not giving up, wanted to discuss a collaboration with him again, but she was rejected outright.
Impervious and immovable, she was genuinely on the verge of being livid.
"There really are people in this world whose tempers are as foul as stones in a latrine!"
Unable to contain her irritation, Lu Fengxuan grabbed a pillow, pretending it was Gu Feng, and hammered it twice to vent her anger.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed with a gloomy face, she complained, "After all, I've had a life-or-death friendship with his sister. Yet, that man doesn't even give me a chance to negotiate."
"Brother Ayin, do you think he's an idiot? I'm practically offering him money on a silver platter, and he just refuses the God of Wealth at his door. It's simply outrageous!"
Yu Chiyin had just finished his shower and came out, sitting on the edge of the bed to dry his hair, "Perhaps he has already made a deal with someone else."
