Bao Gucheng's voice was piercing and powerful, carrying a touch of an unnoticeable undertone.
The old Mr. Gu, who was trying hard to sell his misery, immediately became a bit more joyful upon hearing this: "Gucheng, my granddaughter's name is so lovely, Zuzi. I came up with it back then, how about it? You, as her uncle, should appreciate it. Isn't it elegant and grand, with an ancient charm, naturally perfect, delightful and lively, powerfully majestic..."
Zu, Zi.
Bao Gucheng's Adam's apple moved slightly.
The three words silently slid through his throat.
"Hmm." His gaze was deep and mysterious.
Seizing the opportunity, the old Mr. Gu continued his persuasive efforts: "Gucheng, as the little uncle, you must take care of the younger generation diligently. Here's the deal: you tutor her to succeed in the college entrance exam, and I will let you pick from the ancient books in my collection, plus..."
Bao Gucheng seemed a bit reluctant but finally agreed: "Alright."
