Nangong Mo suddenly abandoned the portrait he had always valued, leaving Gu Qiusha utterly baffled.
This... keeping another man's portrait at home "as a keepsake," is that appropriate?
Gu Yuzhi's face darkened: "Mr. Bo truly acts with reckless abandon, freely attending other people's weddings and then leaving as he pleases, asking for a painting only to reject it. Do you think only your time is precious, and everyone else's is worthless?"
"Brother, don't say that..." Gu Qiusha said with a headache, trying to mediate, "Mr. Bo, please don't misunderstand..."
Nangong Mo coldly snorted: "My time is precious; I have no time to bicker with ants."
After speaking, he glanced in Gu Jingyan's direction, his gaze deepened slightly, and after pausing for a few seconds, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He casually picked up a wine glass, took a sip, and walked into the crowd at the banquet.
