The death of their daughter, Hong Yuying, deeply troubled Zhuge Rou. In the past, whenever there was an important discussion at the Hong Residence, Zhuge Rou would be present. However, she was not called for tonight's discussion, and she had already figured out most of it in her heart.
"Initially, how much you relied on my father and me. Now that my father is temporarily in distress, you start kicking us when we're down. Hong Fang, tell me, how can you justify your actions!" Zhuge Rou was relentless.
Hong Fang, feeling troubled, looked up at Zhuge Rou.
Zhuge Rou looked haggard, her eyes swollen from crying during the day's funeral, and she no longer wore her usually exquisite makeup. At this moment, Zhuge Rou looked no different from a shrew cursing in the streets.
Hong Fang couldn't help but think of Ye Huangyu, whom he had encountered at court earlier today.
Although Ye Ling Yue had died, she had accomplished great deeds.
