Gu Zhenhua put away the photo and reined in any superfluous emotion from his face.
It wasn't long before,
the sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside the study. Then, the door was forcefully pushed open, and Gu Xuanye, emanating an air of frigid fury, appeared at the entrance.
The butler took the hint and left the study, closing the door behind him, leaving the grandfather and grandson alone in the space.
Gu Zhenhua snorted coldly, "Finally remember to come home? I thought you were so bewitched by that Mo woman that you couldn't even remember where your own home, your own family, was!!"
Gu Xuanye walked straight to the side of the desk before he finally stopped. His deep and cold gaze fixed downward on his grandfather's face.
That look was as if he wanted to see right through him.
The two, grandfather and grandson, were separated by only the distance of a desk. Yet their relationship felt as distant as if divided by an icy mountain.