But constrained by Gu Yanting's presence at Zhuo Ya's side, Gu Xiaoxiao, despite feeling a surge of frustration, dared not show it in front of Gu Yanting.
Her face sullen, she placed the soup pot on the table and said stiffly, "Brother, this is from mom for you to have."
Gu Yanting glanced at Gu Xiaoxiao, his voice hoarse as he said, "Alright, leave once you've set down the things."
"Brother, do you really want to marry Zhuo Ya?"
Gu Xiaoxiao, having held back for a long while, couldn't keep it in any longer and asked Gu Yanting if he was really going to marry Zhuo Ya.
Zhuo Ya sat nearby, quiet, her eyes downcast and obedient, looking very docile.
But Gu Xiaoxiao glared at Zhuo Ya with icy eyes.
Zhuo Ya, after being glared at so maliciously by Gu Xiaoxiao, said coolly, "Gu Xiaoxiao, if you glare at me, I can't guarantee that your eyes will be fine."
"You..."
Zhuo Ya's threat struck a nerve in Gu Xiaoxiao.
