"Say it was your uncle who hurt Gu Huan again, lie again, go on spouting nonsense!" The elder Mr. Gu's voice grew louder and more severe, muttering as if to vent all his resentment through the small cane.
Even Zhou Yun, who harbored bone-deep hatred for Gu Chen, felt a shiver in her heart. She raised her hand to hold her handkerchief to her lips, not daring to look directly, only stealing glances occasionally.
On the other side, Gu Heng, who had been sitting there as if the matter did not concern him, felt a chill running down his spine. It had been many years since he had seen his father this angry, except for the time when he was young and reckless, frolicking with a minor star who then showed up half-dead on their doorstep, causing a big scene with his father.
He awkwardly stood up, no longer daring to sit so comfortably.
