Gu Ruhai's eyes were practically bulging out.
He felt murderous.
No matter how wrong Mr. Gu is or how biased he is, he is still his biological father. Blood ties aren't fake. Seeing his own father thrown here, tossed amidst a pile of smelly and dirty blankets, pitifully waiting to die.
It's icy and snowy here, in the dead of winter.
The room was devoid of any human presence, and Gu Ruhai dared not imagine, had he come a few days later, whether he'd be returning just to collect Mr. Gu's corpse.
If all of this had nothing to do with Gu Rushan, Gu Ruhai wouldn't believe it.
He was about to storm into Gu Rushan's house but was held back by Gu Xiaoying and Li Xuemei.
If you go over there and Gu Rushan denies it, what can you say?
It's better to call the village head and others to the house for witness, and then talk to Gu Rushan with something to say.
Gu Ruhai agreed upon hearing this.
He had been a bit too impulsive.
