"Is that what was said?" Jin Zijin's face darkened and turned blacker as he looked at Gu Youyou's dark eye circles from being busy and sleepless for days. He felt heartache.
You dare to get bolder, Yue Rujing, bullying my people.
He beckoned Gu Youyou over and said, "Come here, don't worry about those people, just take good care of me."
With Jin Zijin's reminder, what was there that he didn't understand?
Gu Youyou felt that she had been played by Yue Rujing, and that Jin Zijin was in cahoots with her.
She threw down her pen and paper, huffing, "Who do you think you are, my lord? Me, take care of you? I, miss, have always been taken care of."
Gu Youyou slammed the door and went downstairs for a late-night snack.
Jin Zijin pondered her words. After a long time, he suddenly burst into laughter, murmuring softly, "Oh, miss, you do have quite the temper." But how did the Gu family of farmers raise her with such a nobility's temper?
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"Brother, something's happened!"
