Gu Yun got hit but not only did he not get angry, he felt delighted inside. He turned back to look at Yanling who was sitting in the back seat, and reached out to scratch his chin. "Little Yanling, how long has it been since we last met? How did you become more old-fashioned than your uncle?"
Yanling liked this cheerful Uncle Gu, but right now he was feeling sad about having to live dependent on others and didn't feel like talking. He weakly called out "Uncle Gu."
Looking at him, Gu Yun couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. What had become of this good kid?
"Young people should be lively. Come on, sing with Uncle Gu. 'Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves...'" Gu Yun, a drama king, quickly set the mood, causing the big one and the small one to laugh.
He turned back and happened to see a slight smile on Li Zhiqian's face, momentarily dazing him. "You look so nice when you smile."
Li Zhiqian wanted to pluck him bald. Complimenting a man's looks—was he looking for death?
