Yu Siqiao stared at her, her face flushed red as if she had mustered all her courage to speak those words, which were truly... nauseating.
The veins on Yu Siqiao's forehead throbbed, and in a place where Gu Wenjuan couldn't see, his fist clenched tightly.
Gu Wenjuan seemed reckless, "She has always been envious of me because you support and help me only because you really, really like me. That's why you do it."
Yu Siqiao: "..."
Memories that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be evoked in that instant.
Mo Shu had indeed been eaten up by jealousy about this several times.
She had thrown several tantrums, big and small, and in the end, she even sent Gu Wenjuan over.
So, Gu Wenjuan knew too?
Gu Wenjuan's heart was about to leap out of her chest.
For the first time, she felt she had such courage!
To dare to say these words in front of a man.
Such a bare confession was something Gu Wenjuan had never had in her entire life of more than twenty years.
