By the time Lin Chuxia finished recounting her convoluted "missing bear" story, there was a long silence in the courtyard.
Gu Jiu: "..."
If the young madam hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about the note altogether.
Lin Qingze suddenly burst out laughing, "Did you ever consider that the person who took your bear might not be a child?"
"How is that possible? If it's not a bratty kid, who else would be so childish?" Lin Chuxia retorted without thinking, "Plus, the handwriting on the note was all crooked. It was obviously written by a primary school student."
Lin Qingze glanced at Gu Yuheng standing beside her. His face remained calm and serene, as if the matter truly had nothing to do with him.
Unable to resist a smirk, Lin Qingze pretended to be unconcerned, "Maybe someone deliberately imitated a primary school student's handwriting."
