Gu Yuzhi couldn't throw the money in Nangong Mo's face. Instead, Zuzi spoke calmly, "Xiao Gu, let Xiao Sha finish the painting."
Gu Yuzhi: "Zuzi! Why are you also..."
He was too frustrated to care about being called "Xiao", and he couldn't understand why Zuzi, who had always disliked Nangong Mo, would agree to that guy's shameless demand.
Nangong Mo, standing at the top of the stairs, cast an intrigued glance at Zuzi's back. Although the woman's slender waist was obscured by Bao Gucheng's broad figure, her flowing skirt and hair still captured his attention for a moment.
Interesting, was this woman who was sometimes cold, sometimes warm towards him now throwing bait again?
Is the tactic of feigned withdrawal to entice pursuit not working, so now it's the opposite?
Sensing the burning gaze from behind, Bao Gucheng's eyes darkened. He raised his arm to pull Zuzi fully into his embrace, completely shielding her from that covetous gaze behind them.
