"Song Zhen, I'm very tired," Gu Xinzhou's voice was weary, "I don't want to play word games with you.
If you're unclear about where you went wrong, I suggest you reflect carefully on everything you've done since last night until now.
Once you've figured it out, apologize sincerely.
Your so-called sincerity, in my eyes, is all smooth talk."
The call ended.
I handed the phone back to Lan Baozhen.
Lan Baozhen still asked with a smile, "Talking sweet nothings, hmm? All I heard was gibberish; all I know is Chinese, French, and English, and I didn't understand a word you said."
Gu Xinzhou exclaimed in surprise, "Really? That's pretty amazing of you, Grandma!"
Lan Baozhen's mouth twitched, and with warmth in her gaze, she began to recount her past, "I'm actually not any kind of wealthy lady.
Both my parents were university lecturers, at the same school as your great-grandfather.