"Stop!" The woman furrowed her brow, her expression instantly becoming agitated.
Chi He had no intention of stopping. He gently pressed down, and a vicious red trickle seeped from the middle-aged man's neck.
"Beicheng, make him stop, what are you going to do?" The woman's gaze fell on Gu Beicheng.
Gu Beicheng raised his large hand, signaling Chi He to stop.
"The opportunity was already given to you. You didn't appreciate it!"
His indifferent words stung the woman's heart.
Yet, Chi He could tell how painful Seventh Young Master's heart was at this moment.
A mother not seen for twenty years appeared and forced Seventh Young Master to choose life or death between his mother and wife. How could his mood be good?
"So? Are you going to make the call?" Gu Beicheng lightly furrowed his brow.
After twenty years, to hear his name called again by her, what kind of feelings did Gu Beicheng have? Apart from him, no one truly knew.
