Sighing deeply, "Shiyu, you can't rush things, especially when dealing with someone like Gu Youyou!"
"Then you just think slowly, anyway the Emperor has confined you for a month!" Zhang Shiyu stomped her foot in frustration and left in a huff.
Just as she stepped out, she ran into Gu Shuisheng, who was holding a book, feeling irritable, and Zhang Shiyu vented her anger on him.
"Little beggar, who let you come here? This is a crucial study room." Seeing the book in Gu Shuisheng's hands, she grew even more agitated.
Zhang Shiyu snatched the book from Gu Shuisheng's hands angrily, "What is a beggar like you doing with a book? Do you even know what this is? A book, huh, you, a beggar, probably don't even recognize your own name, yet you're reading!"
