Gu Zhaohan's voice was as piercingly cold as ever, "I don't care about these worldly views, in this regard, I am just like you."
Gu Zhaohan actually turned the spearhead towards Gu Mingzhu.
"Gu Zhaohan, what do you mean by this?"
Gu Mingzhu turned around.
"Mom, you could disregard everything for the person you loved, fear no one's judgment, even risk being vilified and spurned by society, so why now do you wish to imprison me with society's shackles?"
Gu Mingzhu never knew that her usually silent and reticent son could argue so eloquently.
