Gu Maowen, upon hearing Ji Yi's words, felt that his old friend was intentionally provoking him out of jealousy for finding such a talented little one. He chuckled, "It's only been a few months since we last met, and I didn't expect, Old Ji, your mentality is as childish as a three-year-old."
Ji Yi remained unfazed, refusing to discuss anything related to little one, no matter what Gu Maowen said about him.
Gu Maowen, intrigued by Ji Yi's silence, eventually gave up without pressing him further for information about little one. "I'll find out myself," he said, taking a bite of beef and chewing thoughtfully. "In any case, I won't miss out on such a good talent."
"How coincidental, isn't it?" Ji Yi raised his glass and clinked it against Gu Maowen's. "Our thoughts align perfectly."