Bei Yiyi was pulled messily by her hair, and she roared angrily at the back of Gu Zhenhua going upstairs.
Gu Zhenhua stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and swept his cold, sharp eyes towards Bei Yiyi, "Gag her mouth and throw her out!!"
"..." Bei Yiyi truly found his stubbornness astounding!
"Let her go!!" Pu Yichen struggled, trying to rescue Bei Yiyi, but he himself was restrained by the bodyguards, wanting to help but utterly powerless.
Just as Pu Yichen was still struggling whether to reveal the truth or not, Bei Yiyi, who was being dragged out by bodyguards, couldn't hold it in anymore and angrily said again, "Xiaoyu has less than half a month to live! If you take Xiaoyu away today, it will leave him not a shred of hope to live!!"
Gu Zhenhua's back went rigid, he stopped again, turning back with a face full of rage, "How dare you curse my little great-grandson!! You're courting death!!"
