"I was planning to grow old and die at home anyway..."
Zuo Xiaonian was bewildered. "Sister Yan, what you're saying makes no sense at all. Can I take that as a blessing?"
"You're driving me mad! You and I don't have half a sentence in common!"
Gu Luoyan was so furious that smoke poured from her seven orifices. She jumped to her feet. "If you won't go, I'll go myself. Can you tell me what your little brother likes? Surely you can tell me that much?"
"He likes..."
Zuo Xiaonian had been about to say, "He likes me."
Fortunately, she reined herself in at the brink of the cliff and hastily changed her answer. "He likes money."
"He likes money?!"
Gu Luoyan couldn't help letting out a vulgar curse. "What a wonderful habit. He likes money... that makes things so much easier!"
That afternoon, Zuo Xiaoduo dragged his nearly falling-apart body, which had already turned into Zhongzhong, out through the school gates, inching along one step at a time.
Training with a hammer really was hard labor.
He had swung a sledgehammer all afternoon and nearly ruined himself training. His shoulders were so swollen they looked like an ancient general's armor...
This abrupt change meant Gu Luoyan, who had put on a disguise and was waiting outside with the others, almost failed to recognize him.
Fortunately, although Zuo Xiaonian had firmly refused to come, Mu Yanyan had ultimately succumbed to Gu Luoyan's pleading and come along.
After all, Mu Yanyan did agree with Gu Luoyan.
That song, "Blood-Stained Elegance," would only be a pearl gathering dust in Zuo Xiaoduo's hands. Better to hand it over to someone more suitable and let it shine with the most dazzling brilliance.
"Xiao Duo!"
Mu Yanyan was growing increasingly fond of Zuo Xiaoduo.