Seeing Jii Haomiao's disheveled state, Zhang Heyuan felt deeply distressed.
This was, after all, Eldest Xiang's own grandnephew; when his face was beaten to this state, it was as if Eldest Xiang's face had been struck as well!
Moreover, with Xiang Bingzhi's recent complications, if Jii Haomiao were sent to the police station, it would be akin to ripping Eldest Xiang's face off and treading upon it a second time.
Eldest Xiang would probably fall seriously ill again and find it almost impossible to face anyone after that.
He sighed softly, turning his gaze to Gu Junzhu: "Young Master Gu, after all, Xiao Miao is just a child. Could you allow me to take him home for a stern reprimand, instead of getting the police involved?"
"A child?" Gu Junzhu looked Jii Haomiao up and down and sneered: "The children of your family sure are big babies!"
With just one sentence, Zhang Heyuan's face turned beet red, and he found himself speechless.
