Gu Xiao was dressed in black from head to toe, exuding an aura of coldness and murder, like a demon from hell, intimidating anyone who dared to approach.
His long-oppressed Uncle Gu instinctively jumped back in fright, retreating a few steps involuntarily.
Zhang Qiaolan, too, feared Gu Xiao from the bottom of her heart and didn't dare to speak.
Even though their son Zhang Xiuren kept signaling to them, they still didn't dare to utter a word.
Zhang Xiuren cursed silently in his heart, "Useless."
He glared at Gu Xiao with hidden resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.
He had invested so much manpower and financial resources for today's outcome, now only one step away from success, he absolutely didn't want everything to go to waste.
He hated and also blamed his parents who held him back, and of course, his unambitious sister.
If it weren't for them, for turning their relationship with the old lady so hostile over the years, today's plan wouldn't be going so poorly.