He couldn't make any expressions, or else his lips would stretch all the way to his ears.
He wrote: "Every day there's good food and drinks, and lots and lots of guards, with endless silver to spend."
At this moment, the Duke was like a villain coaxing a little child!
Gu Jiao widened her eyes and asked: "But didn't the Duke Residence exhaust its family fortune already?"
"I earned it back," the Duke wrote with a smile in his eyes.
That look seemed to say, your godfather is nothing short of a small commercial prodigy.
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow and said earnestly: "Silver or no silver, it doesn't matter. The main thing is I want to build my relationship with you, godfather."
The Duke laughed in his heart.
Gu Jiao was not pretentious and didn't say things like if we went, it might bring you danger.
She was the Duke's adopted son, and the Duke Residence had long been entangled in this dispute, or it could be said that the Duke Residence had never really emerged from it.
