He had never realized how obsessed the old lady was with her own face—it was terrifying.
Instead of doing what she should have, she brought him nothing but trouble and hassle.
Isn't aging normal?
Why can't she accept it?
Does she really think it's something to be proud of when people say they look more like siblings than mother and son?
The old lady has lived too comfortably in the past years, becoming increasingly spoiled and blind to reality.
Resentment brewed in his heart, but Gu Cheng's face regained its composure.
After all, he had spent decades in the bureaucratic field.
He hastily helped his mother sit down on the sofa opposite him.
And at this moment, sitting on the sofa across from them was presumably Gu Tianfeng's family.
He bit back his anger.
They sure had good luck.
Gu Qingfeng looked at Gu Cheng, pointed directly at Gu Tianfeng, and said succinctly, "This is my eldest legitimate grandson, and those are my great-grandchildren."
