At this moment, Mo Qiansu couldn't help but think of her mother, Murong Qiong.
If she ever did something wrong, she knew her mother would never, like Pei Yuelan, humble herself to plead on her behalf...
Why was her mother, unlike everyone else's, so different?!
...
In the office.
After the Pei Family left, Gu Xuanye sat down on the sofa opposite his grandfather. His tall figure reclined in the sofa, casually crossing his legs, an arm thrown over the back of the chair, tapping his fingers intermittently.
His deep eyes, with a not quite smiling gaze, fixated on his grandfather.
Gu Zhenhua felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze, and his old face couldn't hide it, suddenly flaring up in a mix of frustration and embarrassment, "You brat, why are you staring at me like that!!"
"Grandpa, is there nothing you want to say?"
