He held the urn in silence, his head lowered and his arm tightened as if what he was holding wasn't an urn, but rather, the mother from his memory who loved him dearly.
A group came with an imposing air, and left with swagger, taking two people with them!
How could He Tianqi just watch as his granddaughter and great-grandson were taken away? Dragging his aging body, he blocked Gu Shaocheng, his eyes filled with heartache. "Shaocheng, where are you taking them? It's not entirely He Yingteng's fault, he also—"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted calmly by Gu Shaocheng with a very soft call, "Grandfather."
He Tianqi was taken aback for several seconds. It had been a long time since this title had been uttered from his mouth.
Gu Shaocheng's face was calm and measured. Talking this way was unfamiliar to him, so he spoke extremely slowly, enunciating each word, "Do not speak, do not provoke me, I do not want to hurt you."
