Gu Zi murmured under her breath, almost to herself, "Your brother's right not to listen to you…"
After all, no matter how she looked at it, that courtyard would be worth billions in the future—cold, hard cash that anyone would be a fool to ignore.
Yet, something didn't sit right with her. If, as Chen Xi had claimed, they had actually heard terrifying cries that night, then it seemed that the story was far from a mere rumor.
Chen Xi, feeling a bit offended by Gu Zi's dismissive tone, retorted, "Are you implying that I'm just a kid who can't be trusted? You think I'm making it all up?"
Gu Zi raised an eyebrow, mulling over his words.
