Judging by Gu Juan's reaction just now, this little brat must be secretly monitoring her.
Gu Lingling felt a bit anxious; she planned to make a trip to the ruined temple during the heavy rain when nobody was around. She had accumulated too many questions recently and was eager for Old Man Zhou's guidance.
"Is Juanzi home?" a girl's voice came from the doorway. Gu Lingling recognized it as Zhou Cuiling, Widow Wang's daughter, a girl who, like Liu Miao, was always trailing behind Gu Juan.
But in her impression, Zhou Cuiling seemed to be more perceptive and cunning than Liu Miao.
"Yes, I'm here." Gu Juan climbed off the kang. "Is that Cuiling? What brings you here?"
"It's raining, isn't it? I heard the educated youth group is holding a class teaching people how to read. I came to ask if you want to go," Zhou Cuiling said with a smile.
