Gu Nianzhi narrowed her eyes and looked up at the main building of the private hospital. She clicked her tongue and said, "So impressive. I guess you can say that this is one of the richer families around here, right?"
The main building was very unique. It looked like a shining silver knife with a long handle that rose from the ground.
He Zhichu put his hand gently on her shoulder and led her to the hospital entrance. He said nonchalantly, "They may be rich, but they are not deeply rooted in history. They've been around for only a few decades; they can't compare to other families."
"Really? Then they must have relied on your family to gain a foothold on the capital, right?" Gu Nianzhi stepped aside and quietly moved away from He Zhichu's hand.
