Lin Zhiyi and Liu He were on their way to the front hall when they noticed the butler hastening the Gong Family elders toward the ancestral hall.
"Mom, why is everyone going to the ancestral hall?" Lin Zhiyi asked, puzzled.
Liu He looked around, her expression tense, "Something big must be happening."
Worried about Gong Shiyan, she pulled Lin Zhiyi toward the ancestral hall.
As soon as they entered, the hall was packed with people.
Everyone was properly standing on both sides, and Lin Zhiyi quickly pulled Liu He to stand at the inconspicuous end.
She looked up to the front and saw those reclusive elders had been summoned.
Gong Chen and Old Mr. Gong sat in the seats of honor, with incense smoke swirling around them, solemn and serious.
In the middle of the hall, Gong Yan knelt, grinding his teeth in anger.
Next to him, Chen Sulan, her face deathly pale, was crying and making a scene, having lost all the elegance of a Madam.