"Ha!"
Mr. Songshan rolled his eyes at the oblivious Marquis Gu, turned his head, and raised the document on the desk to examine it closely, casually taking a sip of tea.
Marquis Gu couldn't help but proclaim loudly, "She is my wife; born a member of the Gu Family, died a ghost of the Gu Family. Our children will inherit Dingbei Marquis Mansion.
Have you seen how she schemes for our Gu Family? Her heart is full of me, without me holding her tight, she's already in the palm of my hand."
Speaking of which, he grinned foolishly, "I also willingly let her hold me in the palm of her hand."
"Pft," Mr. Songshan was forced by the unrestrained words of this wild martial artist to spit out a mouthful of hot tea, splattering the words on the paper.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about Marquis Gu, hastily turning over the paper to shake off the water.
"My heavens, this piece of news is valuable indeed."
"What news?" Marquis Gu leaned over to ask.
