"These kinds of rumors are everywhere, it's not the first time. Truly a case of 'three men make a tiger'—completely boring!"
"Haha, I'm just passing along hearsay too."
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"Is Shaocheng seriously ill this time? Or is it someone scheming against you in the shadows again, leaving you injured! We're all from the same family, why can't anyone just behave themselves for once!" This was Third Granduncle Gu Fei calling Gu Shaocheng!
Gu Shaocheng was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed out into the courtyard. The rare winter sun shone warmly on him. He held the phone in his hand, smiling amicably: "It's no big deal, Third Granduncle. It's not the first time. This is just my fate—every year, I have to deal with one illness or another. This time, yes, I've been injured a little and am recuperating. I didn't even get the chance to visit and wish you a Happy New Year, and yet you're taking the trouble to call me. How about the snuff bottle I sent you—do you like it?"
