Qi Hanyu lowered his gaze and looked at him coldly, "So what?"
Qi Yunlin's expression was slightly cold. Every time he faced him, he always felt an overwhelming sense of pressure.
That pressure was even heavier than what his great-uncle gave him.
He was clearly born a few years later, yet he was always overshadowed by him.
Qi Yunlin furrowed his brows, inexplicably not wanting him to be with Gu Zhi. He said unhappily, "My mom asked me to come over and call you. She wants to talk to you."
"What does she want to talk about? Let her come here herself. Can't she see I'm busy?" Qi Hanyu turned around, his tone indifferent.
Qi Yunlin was at a loss for words, glanced at Gu Zhi, then at Qi Hanyu, a trace of anger appearing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to say anything in front of the camera.
After a while, he just glared angrily at Gu Zhi and turned to leave.
