A rental apartment.
Gu Zhuo carefully placed some clay figurines into a box, then put the box into a paper bag.
Next to the paper bag were a bag of fruit and a few boxes of pastries.
As he patiently tidied up, a slender hand reached over, took the box out of the paper bag, and opened it to casually fiddle with one of the clay figurines.
"Did you make this yourself?"
Gu Zhuo sighed and turned his head to look at his younger brother, "Didn't you already know? Why are you asking?"
Standing beside him was a young man in his twenties, looking quite similar to him, but with a completely different demeanor.
The young man had thicker eyebrows and a small scar at the corner of his left eye, his expression defiant. He chuckled, "Isn't this the figure from her first show appearance? Even watched those old shows?"
Gu Zhuo blinked, "Didn't you say you hadn't watched it? How come you know so well?"
Gu Li's expression stiffened, he put the figurine back without organizing it.
