Listening to Yang Ruxin speak resentfully about her conversation with Du Juan, Gu Qingheng couldn't help but laugh, "Xinxin, don't you like silver? With such a huge fortune right in front of you, why wouldn't you want it?"
"Is that silver so easy to get?" Yang Ruxin pouted.
"But since things are already this way, since you can't refuse it, why bother worrying?"
Yang Ruxin looked up and rubbed Gu Qingheng's face, "Dear Little Hengheng, your thoughts are becoming more and more... open-minded..."
"Of course, 'He who stays near vermilion gets stained red; he who stays near ink gets stained black,'" Gu Qingheng said as he took her hand and wrapped it in his own.
"Though you say that, I'm still very worried," Yang Ruxin suddenly sighed, "after all, the younger sisters are still too young..."