Following that, after listening to the report from the person who had brought her, the mistress inside the room started talking to Gu Nuan through the bamboo curtain, saying, "You think you can take your brother back with you? Do you believe you have the ability to cure his illness? If you could, your family wouldn't be desperate, ready to carry him home and wait for him to die, right?"
"I will earn a lot, a lot of money, and cure Gu Sheng's illness—"
"You?" The woman's voice was sharp as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, her laugh as piercing as a needle and exceedingly grating.
Gu Nuan clenched her little fists tightly but did not move.
"How much money can you earn? Do you know how much money is needed to cure your brother's illness?"
"I will earn a lot, a lot—"
