Never thought that Lu Zhanbei would appear like this in front of Gu Qianqian.
That kind of gaze, that kind of indulgence, and that expression of pampering as if he could pluck stars for you—any woman could drown in his tenderness.
But in all the years Ling Weixue had known Lu Zhanbei,
she had never, ever seen him smile at her like that, never...
The strong sense of disparity stimulated Ling Weixuan, a wave of jealousy surged in her heart, and unable to hold back, she jeered, "I heard from Aunt that you had an urgent matter at the Gu Family's old house, so you couldn't join her for tea. But you returned so quickly, it seems it wasn't that urgent!"
With such obvious provocation, how could Gu Qianqian not respond?
So she deliberately smirked, "Urgent? Not really, it was just more important."
