Gu Chengyi hung his head, his clothes in disarray, as if they were thrown on in a hurry. Even his hair was tangled, and Wang Yue's condition was even worse than Gu Chengyi's.
The collar of her clothes was open, revealing the red drawstring of her undergarment inside. Her face had clearly been slapped several times, now red and swollen.
Gu Chengyu hadn't looked closely before, but now he noticed several scratch marks from fingernails on Gu Chengyi's lowered face.
After just a couple of glances, Gu Chengyu no longer paid attention. Anyway, his uncle was in charge, so as long as no one's life was at risk, he would quietly observe the situation.
However, just as Gu Chengyu wanted to avoid the trouble, the Yang Family wouldn't let him off the hook.
