"A classmate. He's very cute, with rosy cheeks like a little apple," Gu Minglu replied.
"Does Gu Mingli like him?" Qiao Xiguan continued to ask.
"Everyone in the class likes Little Apple; she's very cute. It's just that Gu Mingli is especially obvious about it—he doesn't let other classmates play with Little Apple." Gu Minglu, only five years old, also seemed somewhat indignant when it came to this point.
Qiao Xiguan pursed her lips, "Do you want to win over Little Apple?"
Gu Minglu thought for a moment, then shook his head, "No."
"Why not?"
"I don't like to fight with Gu Mingli for things." Gu Minglu said, "Last time I took Gu Mingli's car, he had the classmates beat me up at school."
"What?!" Qiao Xiguan almost jumped off the bed, "Why didn't you tell me!"
Gu Minglu stared, taken aback by Qiao Xiguan's agitated state, and only after quite a while did he say, "Dad said that a man must be strong, and must learn to endure everything!"
