Gu Wu watched as Gu Shuisheng continued to write, and he couldn't help but grow impatient, shouting, "Write, write, write! Even when people scold you, you're still writing. Can you actually write anything?"
Gu Shuisheng, writing all the while, slowly responded, "Serenity leads to profundity."
Gu Wu: "..."
He didn't understand a single word.
"Shuisheng!" Gu Wu wanted to say something but hesitated, then sighed and waved his hand, "Forget it, just keep studying!"
Gu Wu returned to his own room and gave Xixi a good scolding.
Today, by chance, Zhang Shiyu was teaching Gu Shuisheng a lesson, and Gu Wu increasingly felt uncomfortable living under someone else's roof.
He liked money, liked the endless wealth found in the Zhang Residence, but he also liked power.
Having lived well these days, money alone could no longer satisfy him.
He felt he was born to be extraordinary, definitely not just some common local tycoon.
