Xiuxiang saw that Gu Lejia seemed like a completely different person. Those eyes no longer purely held only her; instead, there was more scrutiny.
She panicked a little. "Just a year or two. You only need to help out for another year or two. He is my biological brother, after all."
"What about me?" Gu Lejia pounded his chest a few times. "Should everything I own be offered up on a silver platter? Did you ever stop to think? When I collapsed from illness, you felt I wasn't miserable enough and had to drag it out a bit longer. Weren't you afraid of dragging me right into the grave?"
"Didn't we agree on this?" Xiuxiang looked around and noticed many people pricking up their ears to eavesdrop. She reached out and tugged at Gu Lejia's sleeve. "Look at your illness—didn't it get you into this courtyard?"
Thinking of this massive courtyard, which would be incredibly spacious even if her brother's family moved in, Xiuxiang's heart burned with fervent desire.
