’Knock knock knock--’
The knocking on the door interrupted the conversation inside the room.
Zhao Siyu and Wei Jian’an exchanged a glance, both looking sowhat puzzled.
Standing across from them, Zhu Jiajia actually felt a sense of relief.
"Could it be that kid Feng Wencheng?" Wei Jian’an said, lacking confidence.
Zhao Siyu frowned, picked up a cigarette from the table, and said, "So what if it is? What are we afraid of! Go open the door!"
The saying "A newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger" perfectly describes soone like Zhao Siyu. He didn’t think Feng Wencheng was scary. At the very least, in his eyes, Feng Wencheng was nothing worth worrying about.
However, Wei Jian’an didn’t think that way. What he said earlier was just for show and not ant to be taken seriously. If they actually encountered Feng Wencheng right now, he’d definitely be sowhat intimidated...
But things had already developed to this point, and he had no retreat available. Thinking that, he could only walk to the door and pull open the entrance.
’Creak--’
The room’s door opened.
Standing at the entrance wasn’t the anticipated Feng Wencheng but a stunning beauty. Her eyes and brows were as picturesque as a blooming flower, lips curled into a smile, she said, "Could you move aside?"
"You, you are..." Wei Jian’an was captivated by Gu Tong’s appearance, exhibiting an unnatural deanor, but he stepped aside anyway.
Gu Tong paid no attention to him. Instead, she gracefully lifted her gown as she naturally walked into the room. She carried an extraordinary aura, enough to command the presence and attention of everyone inside.
Inside the room, there were over ten young masters, smoking and drinking amidst a cloud of smoke, embodying the unruly deanor of troubled youth.
However, Gu Tong ignored them and fixed her black eyes on Zhu Jiajia, whose face was streaked with tears. This must be Feng Wencheng’s fiancée, and her future sister-in-law, right?
She lifted her elegant feet and strolled leisurely to Zhu Jiajia’s side, without saying a word, offered a handkerchief, her manner entirely close and intimate.
Zhu Jiajia was montarily startled but instinctively took the handkerchief, saying, "Thank you..."
Wei Jian’an shut the door and imdiately hurried over, eagerly asking, "Are you a friend of Zhu Jiajia’s?"
After all, Gu Tong was dressed in evening attire, seemingly a guest from so prominent family, yet she was unfamiliar. Even amongst the nurous young masters in the room, none recognized her.
Gu Tong didn’t respond to him but glanced at Zhao Siyu holding a cigarette on the sofa. Their eyes t briefly, and she said, "You’re the young master of the Zhao Family, right?"
Zhao Siyu didn’t find it odd to be recognized. He raised an eyebrow, picked up a lighter, and lit his cigarette, asking, "Who are you?"
Gu Tong pressed her red lips with her index finger, thought for a mont, and reluctantly gave an answer, "A relative of Zhu Jiajia’s."
"Got sothing to discuss?" Zhao Siyu took a puff of his cigarette.
"Taking soone with , does that count?" Gu Tong replied without hesitation, even putting an arm around Zhu Jiajia’s shoulder in a clear stance—this is my person.
Zhao Siyu exhaled the smoke with great satisfaction and laughed, "You think you can?"
He had no regard for Gu Tong, let alone considered her as soone from a noteworthy family. After all, he had seen genuine heiresses before.
"Yes, just ," Gu Tong didn’t think much of it.
Whether from a distinguished family or not, these misbehaving young masters were genuinely beneath her notice.
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