Gu Zhaoming stared at Feng Jue, who looked back at him calmly.
The young man had a first-rate appearance and bearing. He was fair-skinned, handsome, tall, and slender.
Unknowingly, the pitiful orphan who had been coerced and lured into the Gu family to be a blood bank for his daughter had grown into an unfathomable figure. Or perhaps, he had been a wolf in sheep's clothing from the beginning.
The thought of his daughter being kidnapped right under his nose made Gu Zhaoming uneasy. His dislike for Feng Jue intensified, and he wanted nothing more than to pick up the stick beside him and break Feng Jue's legs.
"Dad, why don't we sit down and talk?" Gu Yang suggested, pulling Gu Zhaoming's sleeve as she sat down on the sofa.
Ruan Xueling and Gu Pei also took their seats.
