The Old Master huffed again.
If he minded, would she not go?
"Chu Yihan, if you dare to take Yun Wei away today, I will no longer acknowledge you as my son!"
Just as they approached the door of the side house, not yet entering, they heard Chu Guohua's furious roar.
Su Ge's expression changed immediately.
Grandpa Chu's expression changed as well.
They quickly entered and saw that the courtyard had already turned into a scene filled with drawn swords and ready bows.
Chu Yunwei was captured by several black-clothed men brought by Chu Yihan, his hands tied behind him, while Chu Guohua stood in front of them, his eyes wide open, glaring at the noble and cold Chu Yihan, nearly popping his eyeballs out.
"Haven't you remembered wrong? Don't you only have three sons?"
His voice was clear and indifferent, lacking any warmth.
Listening carefully, one could even detect a trace of mockery.
"You..." Chu Guohua's face turned livid, veins almost bursting from his forehead.
