Do I Look Like Gu Ziyu?

"Why do you ask?" Lu Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged. After months of interaction with Gu Ziyu, he knew that Gu Ziyu was different from ordinary children. He was excessively intelligent, and Lu Zhiyuan never treated Gu Ziyu as a child.

"Your daytime and nighttime selves are different." Gu Ziyu looked at Lu Zhiyuan, who was casually drinking juice. "During the day, you're like an eighteen-year-old youth, full of spirit and fearlessness. But now, you're like a thirty-year-old man in power."

Gu Ziyu smiled, and a touch of fearlessness appeared in his eyes, resembling his father. "Brother, human emotions aren't that simple. Take me, for example. I want to play the role of a child, and I play it convincingly. But in the end, it's just a role, not the real me. Didn't you see through it at first glance?"

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled lightly and drank half a glass of juice. He looked at the apple juice in Gu Ziyu's hand and asked, "Is apple juice tasty?"