Gu Jiuyao laughed and stood up, her face flushed, arrogant and enchanting. Perhaps she didn't want these people to see the joke, even though she was almost about to fall, she still managed to stand strong in the firewood shed.,Rage flooded out like a torrent, staining her eyes with bone-deep hatred.,"Gu Qing is just an adopted son of the Gu family. My grandfather's estate, why should he inherit it"。