Meanwhile, things were deadlocked on Matriarch Lu's side. Her grandson was watching something on his phone and would every now and then lean slightly toward Gu Mang to show it to her. All the servants in her courtyard had heard the elderly woman shouting at her grandson in futility earlier.
As Lu Shangjin volleyed his gaze between the intimate couple and his enraged mother, he could not help but find the situation somewhat strange. It felt as if his nephew was the one who had been ousted from the family, not him. His hands were clasped together as he sat restlessly, not knowing what to say to ease the tension. He found himself in a difficult situation with these three bigwigs in the room.
All of a sudden, Matriarch Lu started gasping for breath, breaking the long silence in the room. "Oh dear, I'm feeling a little unwell, Gu Mang. Come help me take my pulse. I'm short of breath."
