"Did Yamamoto Yu ever do anything inappropriate to you?"
Gu Moqian suddenly reached out and turned Ji Wei's body around, his deep eyes fixed on her.
Ji Wei shook her head, "No, he's been relatively polite to me. But his eyes keep wandering toward me—probably zoning out and mistaking me for his old flame."
"Stay far away from him whenever you meet. He's not as kind as he pretends to be on the surface."
"Mm, I understand." Ji Wei nodded. "Oh, by the way, I saw Ji Chuyang. With a beauty by his side at the pool, he seems to be living quite a carefree life!"
Thinking of Ji Chuyang's infuriating face, Ji Wei couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart.
Gu Moqian raised his hand to gently rub the top of her head. "Don't worry. His good days are coming to an end soon."
Ji Wei naturally leaned against the man's chest, her hand idly fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "Moqian, what's the stake for tonight's gamble with Yamamoto Yu?"
