"Gu Qingheng." Yang Ruxin hurried forward, the corners of her mouth lifting unconsciously, "I've adopted a younger brother..."
Gu Yao curled his lips and couldn't help but mutter, "You're addicted to picking up strays, aren't you?"
"What did you say?" Yang Ruxin lifted her eyes.
"Nothing." Gu Yao shook his head.
Yang Ruxin couldn't help but give Gu Yao a white look and then turned to Gu Qingheng, "This is also a pitiful child, the one I told you about last time, who bought fresh musk from me..."