Gu Qingcheng stiffened all over, turning to look in the direction of the voice.
The man was dressed in a sharp black suit, his tall and slender figure exuding elegance, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gazed at her.
Her brows furrowed tightly upon seeing him, a displeased aura emanating from her.
"Who allowed you to come to my mother's grave?" she said angrily, "Leave immediately!"
Her mood had been terrible these past few days.
Today, on her mother's death anniversary, seeing such a detestable person only fueled her anger and disgust.
Gu Tianhao, unfazed by Gu Qingcheng's rebuke, held a bouquet of red roses tenderly as he looked at her.
"Qingcheng, don't be angry. Today is your mother's death anniversary, and as her husband, I'm here to pay my respects," he soothed softly. "If you want to scold your father, don't do it at your mother's grave. She wouldn't be happy to hear you being so disrespectful."
