Gu Qingyao bellowed in rage. Everyone in the courtyard was so frightened they dared not make a sound. Silence fell over the yard.
Zhou Furong was so terrified that she turned pale. She did not dare to say anything anymore. Even Great-aunt Mo, who was usually so domineering, was now shivering and huddled together with Zhou Furong and the others. The entire family was silent.
Gu Qingyao laughed coldly. She put away Mo Beihan's gun and steadied him.
Mo Beihan had drunk a lot of alcohol that day. Although he still knew what he was doing, being drunk was unpleasant. He had been in a pretty good mood when he was looking for Gu Qingyao but had encountered so many irritating people. They made such a fuss that he felt annoyed.
Mo Beihan leaned on Gu Qingyao's shoulder and nuzzled her. He said somewhat pitifully, "They're so noisy. They're making my head ache!"
Gu Qingyao rubbed his temples. "You've had so much alcohol, of course your head aches."
