Gu Chengfeng looked at her expression and found her genuinely baffled. He wondered if someone had knocked her unconscious and dumped her here.
Gu Chengfeng was at a loss for words.
He saw Gu Jiao lying on the grass, staring at the stars without blinking. He couldn't help but mutter, "Is it that interesting to look at?"
"What about you?" Gu Jiao asked, still looking at the starry sky.
Gu Chengfeng was taken aback, "What about me?"
Gu Jiao took a slow breath, "Why do you choose to be a petty thief?"
"Not a petty thief, but a master thief! The number one thief in the Capital City!" Gu Chengfeng was instantly on the defensive.
Petty thief, petty thief, such a derogatory term!
Gu Jiao pouted, "But… isn't it about stealing things?"
Gu Chengfeng: "..."
He was at a loss for a comeback.
He grabbed a piece of tile, and with all his might, hurled it onto the water's surface. Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, it skipped nine times altogether.