Gu Tianmu hung his head low. There were some bloodstains on his shirt sleeve, indicating he had reopened his wound, but he didn't seem to care.
Wen Jie shivered in rage, the blood drained from her face.
"Mom, you—"
"You too, shut up!" Wen Jie snarled furiously, cutting him off.
Gu Juexi was taken by surprise and froze. This was the first time his mother had scolded him.
The only person who treated him with respect and loved him since he was young was his mother. She was always so gentle and loving, she spoke to him softly and taught him to reason. This was the first time that Wen Jie had spoken to him so harshly.
He, however, could not argue.
Gu Juexi curled his hands into tight fists and lowered his gaze like Gu Tianmu.
Ye Yuwei kept silent because she was also at fault, and her fault was much worse than Gu Juexi's.
