Zhu Pang pretended not to care and said, "I just can't stand his petty behavior. He causes trouble and then runs away, leaving others to take the blame. In front of elders, he fawns and flatters, a complete hypocrite."
Gu Chengyu listened and chuckled, realizing Zhu Pang's hesitation earlier; there should be another reason.
However, that was Zhu Pang's private matter. Since he didn't speak of it, there must be a reason why he couldn't.
Everyone has secrets, and even as a friend, Gu Chengyu couldn't dig into it.
After a while, Gu Chengyu heard the sound of drums; this signaled the start from the women's side.
As long as it's a literary gathering, Min Feng wouldn't miss such an opportunity to make a name for himself.
"Jinyu, aren't you going to write a poem?" Zhu Pang noticed Gu Chengyu sitting still and asked casually.
In today's prize, there was a rare edition, something Gu Chengyu always liked to collect, hence Zhu Pang's question.
