"Son, do you know what's happening with your Uncle Gao's family?"
"What is it that you want to say?"
"Talking about this makes me angry." Meng Xingzhi slammed the table, speaking harshly, "Gao Jinglin has run away from home, and everyone in the compound is saying he eloped with your wife. That shameless Gao has the nerve to say his son was kidnapped. I think it's Gao Jinglin who's up to no good, abducting your wife."
Meng Fan's expression froze for a moment, his eyes as cold and sharp as icy stars.
Seeing his son, Meng Xingzhi felt even more distressed, pounding the table louder. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that Gao gives me an explanation. It's really despicable; they should consider whose wife they're trying to take."
"Dad, nothing happened, don't speak nonsense." Meng Fan's demeanor was calm, but the chill surrounding him suggested otherwise.
Meng Xingzhi gave him a look that said he understood and didn't need an explanation.
