Gu Fuqiao shook her head honestly and sat down next to Yan Zhen Guo, saying, "How could I be mad at Grandma? Without her, I wouldn't have these leisurely days."
Hearing Gu Fuqiao's words, Yan Zhen Guo took a deep breath and said, "We should indeed thank Grandma." He reached out and held Gu Fuqiao's hand, the woman's fair hand contrasting sharply with the man's bronze hand.
Yan Zhen Guo didn't continue, but Gu Fuqiao felt he hadn't finished. After all, every woman likes to hear sweet words, and Gu Fuqiao was no exception. Through this period of getting along, she still felt Yan Zhen Guo treated her quite well, so she leaned forward and asked, "Did you have a plot in mind all along when you went to ask my grandma?"
Yan Zhen Guo thought carefully. Before the marriage, he had seen Gu Fuqiao from a distance once. To be exact, he saw her, but she hadn't seen him.
