Chapter 25 I Am Your Dog!

So it turned out that her grandmother’s parents had once been titans in the business world, only to fall into ruin after becoming embroiled in a financial scandal. The only thing left was their underage only daughter—Lo Xing’s grandmother, whose original name had been Nan Yunzhi.

Later, the chairman of Kesheng Group adopted her grandmother, and her surname was changed to Gu Yunzhi. Eventually, her grandmother severed ties with the Gu family and came to North City with her grandfather.

Lo Xing thought of her grandmother’s half-brother—the very person she had gone to see in the capital this time.

Her fingertips tapped rapidly across the keyboard as she searched online, but not even the barest trace of information about her grandmother’s brother appeared.

Letting go of her mouse, her gaze shifted to a white grid notepad lying before her.

—Ha, liar.

The handwriting was wild and unrestrained, yet inexplicably arrogant. It left Lo Xing with a sour taste in her heart.

How had she become a liar?

She snatched up the note. It had been sitting on her desk for days, and she still hadn’t figured it out.

When had she, Lo Xing, become a liar?

Shen Que had told her everything that happened that night—she’d only gotten drunk, and it was Gu Shiyan who brought her back. That was all.

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On the final day of exams, Lo Xing left for the test room with her pencil case twenty minutes early.

The sun blazed outside. Too lazy to carry an umbrella, she wore a pale yellow sun-protective jacket. A cap with a long brim shaded her face perfectly.

A video edit of Qi Zhi, her idol, sent by Yun Cai, was pulled up on her phone. The thumbnail was heartbreakingly beautiful.

She sent a message:
[Almost at the exam room, I’ll watch after the test.]

Otherwise, she was afraid her mind would be full of Qi Zhi during the exam.

She walked, head lowered, pencil case tucked under her arm, typing with both hands on her phone.

Beside her was a milk tea shop. Glancing at the crowd, she decided against buying an iced drink for a pick-me-up.

“Hey!”

Still focused on her phone, Lo Xing was caught off guard as someone bumped into her. She stumbled sideways a few steps.

Cold liquid soaked her chest, and the rich, sweet aroma of milk tea filled the air.

She looked down. The spilled milk tea slid down her sun jacket, dripping onto her pale blue trousers and her white sneakers.

“Sorry! I’m really sorry!” The boy’s face flushed bright red as he apologized repeatedly.

Lo Xing glanced behind him. There were two steps—he must have slipped.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It wasn’t on purpose. I’ll just wash it when I get back.”

She waved it off, relieved she’d worn the sun jacket; if her white fitted tee underneath had gotten wet, she’d have been completely exposed.

A long, slender hand held out her phone to her. “Your phone.”

The indifferent voice was tinged with a lazy drawl, low and deep.

Lo Xing didn’t even need to look—just the voice told her it was Gu Shiyan.

“Ahhh! Qi Zhi, my master! I’m your loyal puppy! With clothes on, you’re my treasure; without them, you’re my lord!”

Lo Xing’s pupils contracted in shock.

Her mind went blank.

She snatched up her phone with trembling hands, not even caring as her pencil case fell and rolled into the puddle of milk tea at her feet.

All she could do was frantically press the volume down button.

She didn’t even notice that her hand, clutching the phone, was brushing against Gu Shiyan’s fingers.

Until the volume went up—

She’d pressed the wrong button!

On the screen, Gu Shiyan