Gu Tao had just taken a sip of soup when he almost sprayed it all out. He Yuxiang couldn't bear to watch, and took out a tissue from his pocket to hand to him: "The soup's coming out of your nostrils."
One could imagine Wu Xue's embarrassment at the moment. She had never anticipated her mother would reveal all her little secrets, and in one fell swoop, the image of the experienced driver she had painstakingly maintained had crumbled overnight. Online romance... and getting swindled out of money, what a humiliation.
"Gu..."
"Yes, what is it, Auntie?" Gu Tao hadn't expected Mrs. Wu to suddenly call out to him. Just a moment ago, he was discreetly texting Liuzi, but when he was called out, he looked up in a bit of a panic: "What's up?"
"How old are you this year?"
"Me? Well..." Gu Tao counted on his fingers: "I'm pretty sure I'm twenty-six."
