Gu Wanfang lowered his eyelids, not daring to meet Gu Chengyu's gaze.
Though this Little Uncle was young, he exuded a strong sense of oppression.
At a glance, Gu Chengyu knew that Gu Wanfang had concerns.
It seemed that without coercion or inducement, Gu Wanfang would not speak.
"Where did your Xiao Yao go?" Gu Chengyu's abrupt question sent a chill down Gu Wanfang's spine.
His grandfather had told the outside world that Xiao Yao had already passed from illness. Why would Little Uncle ask such a thing? Could it be that Little Uncle already knew of Grandpa's plans to come to the Capital?
"Don't tell me your Xiao Yao is gone; I know he's still alive. Tell me what you know, and I won't treat you badly."
Gu Chengyu knew Xiao Yao was surely in someone else's hands. He deliberately refrained from saying he would rescue Xiao Yao to see Gu Wanfang's character.
If he truly forwent his brother for his future, Gu Chengyu would not support Gu Wanfang either.
