Gu Jiuyao's corner was hanging with a mark, she forcefully pulled it, bringing up a self-deprecating smile, slowly raising her head, sarcastically looking at the people in front of her.,Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,The girl beside him was beautiful with delicate features. She was slender and graceful, with a single mole of vermilion between her brows. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her expression was one of pitiful helplessness. When she looked at Gu Jiuyao, there was a trace of timidity in her gaze, and she hid behind the middle-aged man.。