The tension in the foyer was thick and palpable as Zhang Su and his family prepared to depart, their bags in hand and defeat etched upon their faces. As they made their way towards the door, Zhang Su turned to Mu Lingling, his eyes burning with resentment.
"This is how you treat your only family, just because you have struck some gold and your daughter married rich?" he spat, his words dripping with bitterness.
Before Mu Lingling could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase, and Zhu Fengrui appeared, his expression steely and unwavering.
"Guards, what are you waiting for?" he called out, his voice ringing with authority. "Throw them out, right now."
Without hesitation, the guards surged forward, roughly seizing Zhang Su and his family, their grips unyielding. Zhang Su struggled in their grasp, his face twisted into a mask of outrage, but his protests were silenced by the sheer force of their presence.
