Chapter 92 (1/2)

For a long time, the hour hand of the big clock in the living room has stayed near one o'clock.

Gu Weisheng can't bear it. Gu Liangchen is always punctual. Why is he so unusual today.

He had some impatient eyes. He often looked at the door, and from time to time his servant went to the door to have a look. He said that Gu Liangchen had informed him since.

But in the past half an hour, not only Gu Liangchen's figure disappeared, but even Gu Wenhao showed no sign of showing up.

Gu Weisheng has been in a high position for many years. In recent years, he has been waiting for someone for the first time. It makes him feel like he has been slapped in the face in front of everyone. His face is getting deeper and deeper, and he looks like the future of wind and rain.

Seeing this, Tang Yanran approached Gu Weisheng cautiously and asked, ”Weisheng, shall we have lunch first, and then wait for Gu Liangchen to come?”

Gu Weisheng is like a ignited bomb, glared at Tang Yanran, stood up, arm force to shake off, holding his Tang Yanran.

He roared: ”look at your good son. If he didn't come, he must have been delayed. But look at Wen Hao. He wandered around all day. He didn't even see anyone when his father asked him to eat!”

Tang Yanran was thrown by her body leaning on the sofa, elbow touched the armrest of the sofa, bursts of severe pain from the arm slowly, pain in her back with layers of cold sweat.

But she didn't dare to show it. She could only sit up straight as if nothing had happened. She forced a smile and said to Gu Weisheng, ”it's all my fault. I've just urged Wenhao. He said there was a traffic jam. He's on his way back. He'll be here soon...”

Gu Weisheng is still gloomy with a face, just toward Tang Yanran cold hum a, silent sit back on the sofa.

The air in the room seemed to be at a standstill, and all four were silent.

Tang Yanran is pale face, some lost grip of the palm, let the exquisite nails into the palm of the flesh, but without self-knowledge.