Senior Master Xiang looked at this foolish woman, not even having the strength to be angry anymore.
He only felt that this woman was both hateful and pitiful.
"I have a grandson, my grandson is a thousand, ten thousand times more outstanding than Xiang Jiechao," thinking of poor Lingyue; Senior Master Xiang felt a sharp pain in his heart, "In the future, the Xiang Family will belong to my grandson... As for Xiang Jiechao, after his death, his ashes will be delivered to you."
"No! No!" Gao Qiaolan shook her head forcefully, and fearfully lunged at Senior Master Xiang: "You can't harm my son! How can you be so cruel? You've raised him for more than forty years, he's been calling you 'Dad' for more than forty years, how can you harm him?"
Her hands and feet were tied, and just as she moved her body, she fell forward on the ground, only able to crawl towards Senior Master Xiang like a large caterpillar.
