The old patriarch brought up Gu Nanyan, and Lu Beicheng's steps halted abruptly.
Standing motionless for a while, he then turned and looked at the old patriarch.
As their eyes met, Lu Beicheng's expression was visibly less favorable than before, and his gaze towards the old patriarch had grown colder.
Seeing him stop, the old patriarch said with great emphasis, "Whether you and Nanyan have a future, you should know better than me. And ask yourself with your conscience whether you can truly accept Nanyan's child from the bottom of your heart."
Lu Beicheng said, "I can accept."
… The old patriarch was stumped.
In his eyes, Lu Beicheng had always been clear-headed and rational, not someone troubled by emotions. Unexpectedly, he had capsized in the gutter this time. Something that most men couldn't accept, he actually could.
