Qin Youbei's concern was known to Gu Xiao, who sneered, "I'm not afraid of them coming, I'm afraid they won't come."
Held in his arms, Qin Youbei could not see Gu Xiao's face, but could feel the chilling murderous intent within him.
Tomorrow, it seemed there would be a storm.
On the day of the old lady's burial, it indeed rained, a drizzle adding another layer of bleak sadness to an already sorrowful funeral.
No matter the dislike for Second Uncle, no matter the disputes, after all, Second Uncle was the old lady's son, and Gu Xiao allowed their family to accompany the old lady on her final journey.
This was also the last chance Gu Xiao was willing to give them; if they behaved, he would spare them for the old lady's sake.
But evidently, this was impossible.
The Gu Family shares lost by Second Uncle's family drove them to desperation.
As soon as Second Uncle's family arrived, they accused Gu Xiao of being the murderer, just like last time.
