Hearing the jealousy in Gu Fuqiao's voice, Yan Zhen Guo was quite satisfied.
"What's wrong, not willing?" Yan Zhen Guo asked Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao glanced at Yan Zhen Guo, her eyes clearly saying three words: not willing.
Gu Fuqiao placed the vegetables from the water jar onto the stove and said, "Old Yan, you're pretending to be unaware? You surely know that girl likes you!"
Yan Zhen Guo looked up at Gu Fuqiao, wearing a face of cluelessness.
Seeing Yan Zhen Guo like this, Gu Fuqiao was too lazy to speak.
Seeing Gu Fuqiao silent, Yan Zhen Guo said from beside her, "You mean the performance by the art troupe last time? I only met her once, but giving a khata is quite normal."
Actually, Yan Zhen Guo wasn't lying; in his memory, he should have only seen Zhu Min once.
Or rather... he only remembered that one time.
