Everyone in the ancestral hall was left with their mouths agape at the sight, too shocked to understand what was happening. Was Young Master Rong Lin mistaken? Why did he suddenly show concern for the younger miss?
If he was mistaken, he should have mistaken for the elder miss, after all, her face was covered in incense ashes.
"Tang Rongling! I'm here!" Gu Yunci shouted, enraged.
Tang Rongling turned his head, gave her a cold look, grabbed Gu Qingxin by her arm, and swiftly pulled her towards the exit of the ancestral hall.
Looking at the departing figures, Gu Yunci broke down into tears, enraged.
"What a disaster! What a disaster!" Old Madame Gu was equally infuriated, watching the retreating figures of Tang Rongling and Gu Qingxin.
Tang Rongling gripped Gu Qingxin's arm so tightly that it hurt her. His quick strides made Gu Qingxin stumble as she hurried along.
