The private room echoed with Han Zaijing's stern and domineering voice, which also carried a hint of roguishness.
Gu Xiaoer furrowed her brows, blocked her ears for a moment—it was really noisy.
"Patriarch Han doesn't seem to agree with my suggestion. Baby, let's go. It looks like Patriarch Han would rather spend the rest of his life in prison," Han Luoli lost his patience, lazily stood up, and extended his large hand towards Gu Xiaoer.
If they don't agree, then see you in court. At the end of the day, all of this belonging to the Han Family will return to his hands.
"Han Luoli, you're not allowed to leave! I won't permit you to do this! On what grounds can you do this?"
Wen Zhiyan's gentle face showed pain as she made a move to grab the two people who were about to leave.
Tears filled her eyes: "Luoli, Xiaoer, you can't treat your father like this; we're all family. How can family turn against each other?"
Heh, now you know we're family?
