"That's still pretty good. At least if you run into troubles, you can seek help from such a cousin."
Feng Meiyun and her gang all came from small cities. Hence, they felt inevitably envious despite only hearing a little of such a person.
If it was the old Gu Qingjiu, she might feel the anticipation as well.
But after all she had been through, she learned how hateful all that was.
"Your older cousin's surname is Yu?"
Perhaps still worried, Gu Qingjiu sat up on the bed and suddenly asked.
Those people turned their heads at hearing this, after pausing slightly in surprise.
Ji Ruoqing widened her eyes and said, "How did you know?"
There was a look of astonishment on her face.
Only then did Gu Qingjiu notice how she looked.
There was nothing on Ji Ruoqing that reminded her of Yu Shiwei.
Or perhaps anyone in the Yu family.
She had a delicate and cute face of a young girl—they were distant relatives indeed.
