As soon as Wenxin finished speaking, the blue and white porcelain teacup in Mrs. Gu Sr.'s hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Wenxin didn't dare to say another word, nor did she dare to raise her head. She respectfully kept her head down and stood by the corner of the step, hardly daring to breathe.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Upon the step, Mrs. Gu Sr.'s face was as calm as water, and she said nothing. Gu Yifeng, who was sitting on a redwood chair below, showed no change in expression, though his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
At this moment, Gu Yifeng appeared even more intimidating than when he had a cold face.
Mrs. Gu Sr. on the step took a deep breath, waved her hand coldly toward Wenxin below, "Go on down, when the Second Young Master arrives, let him come in immediately."
