He Zhichu had heard from his subordinates that Wen Shouyi's mother had sent flowers to Gu Nianzhi's room, but Gu Nianzhi had rejected her and ordered someone to lock her up. He Zhichu hadn't taken it to heart at the time.
Gu Nianzhi wasn't happy about it anyway, so she could just lock her up. He had almost forgotten that there was another person locked up in the storage room on the second floor.
But now that he thought about it, something didn't seem right.
"... Then she didn't ask to enter your room just now to exchange flowers for yours, did she?" He Zhichu's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Of course not. I already said no one can go in, and she still wanted to sneak into the room. Even a fool would know that she had ulterior motives." Gu Nianzhi smiled and raised her fist. "So I threw my iron fist at her."
He Zhichu frowned.