At this moment, the sound of a dagger hitting the table came from the head seat.
In an instant, the atmosphere plunged to freezing point again.
Old Mr. Gong accepted a towel handed by the butler and wiped his hands, saying sternly, "I can't get you to come over usually, and I have to call her in, then you're willing to come back this once."
Gong Chen replied flatly, "I don't want to come back."
The straightforward answer made Lin Zhiyi feel the air around compress.
The old man gripped the towel tightly and warned, "Gong Chen! Don't forget your identity!"
"Are you really going to oppose the family for this woman?"
"Lin Zhiyi hid away and gave birth to your child, showing her ill intentions."
"If you remain obstinate, how will you convince the masses?"
The heavy, authoritative voice echoed threateningly in the hall.
Before the echo had faded, the old man cast a glance at the others.
Everyone disregarded Lin Zhiyi's presence, speaking righteously.