After Gu Yanfei left, the atmosphere became even more awkward.
"Drip, drip."
The blood on Fang Mingfeng's face was still trickling down, especially loud in this silent house.
Suddenly, in silence, he lifted his legs and walked out too.
The sky had darkened a little. Under the evening light, his straight back was stubborn and lonely, and two or three fallen leaves flew into his robe.
Madam Gu and Madam Fang looked at each other.
Madam Fang wanted to stop her son, but in the end, she did not say anything. Her expression became even uglier.
After another moment of silence, Madam Fang's cold gaze met Madam Gu's awkward eyes. She said indifferently, "Madam, this marriage was decided when our two families' elders were still alive. It's not something the Gu family can destroy just because they want to."
As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Fang stood up and turned to leave.
