Gu Mohan had arrived.
He stretched out his long legs and walked over with steady footsteps, removing his outerwear and handing the black coat over to Yan Dong. Yan Dong respectfully moved aside and Gu Mohan sat opposite Gu Tianling, a smirk on his face when he saw the broken glass on the floor. "Father, why did you throw such a big tantrum?"
Gu Tianling glared at Gu Mohan, who sat opposite him. Gu Mohan wore a custom-made white shirt with black trousers, his countenance handsome and noble. All these years he had spent in the business industry had contributed to his sharp, clear-headed aura. A simple action of his would be able to present his king-like charisma clearly.
Ever since his birth, Gu Tianling has never taken a good look at this son of his.
Now that he was so close that he could see him, he felt an insurmountable distance from him.
