Sheng Qianchi turned the photo towards the crowd, surveying the area, "Do you see? I've remembered everyone here today. Anyone who dares to spread rumors and stir trouble in the future, I will trace back three generations of your family."
The crowd fell silent, any slight movement could trigger a shiver.
Sheng Qianchi slowly moved his gaze, crushing his view over the crowd inch by inch. This was the ultimate effect he wanted.
He proudly withdrew his gaze, gently taking Gu Jiayin's hand, softly saying, "Let's go back."
In such a setting, within the atmosphere Sheng Qianchi created that she was his woman, she could do nothing but obediently follow him.
At the boarding stairs, Gu Jiayin stopped, looking at Lu Xiya, who was also watching her with concern.
Both women understood that, regardless of the truth, sometimes they had to yield to authority. This was the social reality they had come to understand over the years.
"I will arrange for someone to take her back."
