Gu Jiangnian that night, reached the peak of his temper.
His fierce eyes brimmed with brutality, the hand beside him clenched tightly, looking like he was doing his utmost to restrain himself.
His straight back trembled violently.
"Don't you understand?" he bellowed furiously. "Do I really need to lay out the bloody reality before you? What is love? Love is supporting you in whatever you do, like I do, not forcing you to always bear in mind the interests of the family and to compromise."
Boom, Gu Jiangnian that day, unable to dissipate his fury, smashed a valuable landscape painting in the corridor with a punch, reducing it to shreds.
Upon witnessing this, a servant at the side couldn't help but let out a low gasp, then, realizing the severity of the situation, hastily bowed their head.
