The tense air in the meeting was shattered by that voice.
Everyone turned to look at the door that had been pushed open, and saw a woman dressed in elegant white attire enter the room, her expression stern. Her black hair curled into retro wool curls, her tall figure, and her features as if painted.
Perhaps it was because she was angry that her bearing, utterly discordant with her gentle appearance, radiated from her. Her beautiful eyes swept over the room, lingering on Gu Cheng and Gu Heng a moment longer.
"Little sister!" Gu Heng called out softly, hastily getting up to greet her.
Gu Cheng also stood, looking at the cool-eyed woman and called out, "Ayao, why have you come?"
"If I hadn't come, I fear my nephew would have been bullied to death by you all!"
Gu Yao glanced coldly at Gu Heng as he approached, her eyes showing a fleeting moment of helplessness, but she quickly turned her gaze to Gu Chen.
