Gu Mingcheng slowly unfolded the unfinished canvas, looked at Gu Mingzhu, and asked, "When did you come back? Mom went to play mahjong today. If she knew her precious daughter was home, how could she leave the house?"
"Don't try to change the subject. You know exactly what I mean." Gu Mingzhu stared at Gu Mingcheng, enunciating each word: "She's your real second sister."
Gu Mingcheng was flustered for a moment, then quickly composed himself, pursed his lips, and said, "I feel bad for Second Sister for all the hardship she's endured since she was young. Can't I paint her? I like Second Sister—what's wrong with that? Gu Mingzhu, if you want people to like you, maybe you should change your attitude. Isn't it exhausting pretending every day?"
"Gu Mingcheng!"
