The car reached the gate of Gu Ruhai's house, and Fang Shaohan got out of the car, took down the suitcase, handed it to Gu Xiaoqing, and then turned back to the car.
"I have something to do today, so I won't go in. Say hi to Uncle Gu for me."
Fang Shaohan turned the car around and disappeared into the cold wind.
Gu Xiaoqing silently watched Fang Shaohan leave.
Feeling a slight hint of sadness.
She turned around resolutely, pulling the suitcase toward the gate.
Before her finger could touch the doorbell, the door suddenly swung open.
"Li Jianguo, get your wife and kid and get out of here right now. What the hell are you doing on such a festive day?"
That was Li Weimin's voice, full of rage.
A big bundle came right at her, almost hitting Gu Xiaoqing.
Gu Xiaoqing dodged it and pulled the suitcase inside.
She saw the living room was tense, like a sword drawn.
