Although Gu Lingling was younger than Zhao Jingmiao, she had seen enough of the world to know: don't tell her the red marks on the neck were caused by mosquitoes, right?
She knew what this was.
And remembering Zhao Jingmiao's soulless look when she walked in, Gu Lingling couldn't be any clearer.
"Cousin, tell me, who is he?" This kind of scum must be found out.
"Don't ask," Zhao Jingmiao shook her head.
"Is it Liu Guozhu?"
Though phrased as a question, Gu Lingling's tone was quite certain.
Zhao Jingmiao's body froze where she stood.
Looks like the guess was right.
This beast.
"No, you can't go." Seeing Gu Lingling angry, Zhao Jingmiao held onto her tightly, "Don't go."
"Cousin, you can't indulge this kind of scum," Gu Lingling crouched down and said to her, "You definitely can't marry him."
"I can't," Zhao Jingmiao grabbed Gu Lingling's hand, "He'll ruin me and destroy Xuefei's reputation."
Therefore, for Zhao Xuefei's sake, she must endure.
