Xie Dezhao's voice began to choke at this juncture.
Gu Nianzhi had not expected capable of crying so badly at the thought of his wife's passing. Especially not after more than twenty years, a remarriage, and watching his daughter grow.
She felt rather guilty about it. For the sake of her own lawsuit, was it selfish of her to implicate others and dredge up their own painful memories?
Gu Nianzhi's face darkened. She looked at Xie Dezhao and handed him some paper towels.
Xie Dezhao accepted them and patted his face before saying, "Excuse me, I've lost my cool."
"It's okay." Gu Nianzhi comforted him carefully. "You can choose not to say anything if it's too painful..."
"No, I have to say it." Xie Dezhao raised his head, the tip of his nose and the lower eyelids of his eyes slightly red. "When Gu Tian was seven months pregnant, I told Gu Xiangwen the news. He came to my place in a rage. He scolded me for a long time while pointing right at my nose…
