C70 You like the Little Girl

Gu Chenming's body stiffened slightly. It wasn't that he wasn't shocked by Gu Lansheng's words, and he wasn't as cold as he said.

He remembered his mother's birthday. He went to his mother's funeral the next day. Every year, he would send Gu Lansheng to pay homage to his mother when he wasn't there.

Gu Lansheng put his palms together. He recalled the time when Mother Gu was still there. He said