As she shifted her gaze back, a trace of determination had formed in Chu Yu's eyes.
Liu Ziyue was very pleased with what he had done the day before. Seeing Chu Yu, he eagerly wanted to boast to her about the pleasure of humiliating others. His three uncles were caged, looking at him through the gaps with pitiful and pleading eyes. His blood was boiling, and in this twisted pleasure, he experienced an unprecedented delight.
Because of this delight, he hardly took to heart what a group of old ministers lectured him about today.
Liu Ziyue was completely unaware that he was rushing down the path of becoming a psychopath.
As Chu Yu walked alongside Liu Ziyue, she suddenly felt as if a gaze had harshly stabbed at her. Turning her head, it was not Shen Qingzhi as she had expected, but another old man.
