"You misunderstood."
Xu Nianhua instinctively tried to snatch the letter back, but Gu Mingzhu had already recognized Gu Mingcheng's handwriting.
"That brat Mingcheng, secretly writing you letters? Yet he never writes to me." Gu Mingzhu turned around and clutched the letter in her hand.
Xu Nianhua didn't manage to grab the letter, feeling a bit frustrated. She should've hidden it—how could she let Gu Mingzhu find out?
"Mingcheng, he..." Xu Nianhua stammered, trying to explain.
"Mingcheng, that brat, only knows how to scribble and sketch all day, and now he's learned to gossip about me too." Gu Mingzhu spoke unhappily, then ripped the letter to shreds. With a bright smile, she looked at Xu Nianhua and said, "Nianhua, you wouldn't believe his nonsense, would you? I'm your real sister; why would I scheme against your eldest brother, right?"
"That incident—it was just an accident. It's all my fault. If I hadn't thrown that party, nothing would have happened."
