Zhao Xi didn't ask. She tilted her head and waited for him to continue.
Gu Beiye leaned against the window and looked at the photo in the bookshelf.
"When I was five, my dad went out to sea. The boat flipped over, and not many people survived. I fished for nearly a year, but I didn't manage to get anything out of it. Many people said that he had died in the international waters, and even his grandmother believed it. But she doesn't believe it. She insists that he'll come back. " He smiled bitterly. "So, Zhao Xi. . . Don't blame her. "
"Yes. " She nodded. "I will go and take a look at Xiaozhou. That child was frightened. "
She closed the door and came out. She stood at the door and sneered.
Gu Beiye did not believe her at all. He still felt that Mrs. Gu was doing that because of his father. But who would always mention his father in front of her? He did not even think about it!