It really was as if a ghost had taken control, he had no idea why he had made such a decision.
It was as if a gambler had long decided to bet high, but at the moment of placing the bet, suddenly changed his mind and bet low.
As for why, he himself did not know, perhaps it could be attributed to a moment of inspiration from beyond the clouds, or intuition.
But regardless, the words had been spoken and could not be taken back!
All was left to fate now!
"You are courting death," Turing Chen said coldly.
Gui Xingfu waved his hand, "Turing, my dear nephew, could you please step outside and let me talk to Xia Ao for a moment?"
Turing Chen did not look back and left directly, extremely dissatisfied with Gui Xingfu's disrespect.
...
Only Gui Xingfu and Ling Ao remained in the room.
"Father, why did you do this?" Ling Ao said, trembling.
