"You shameless bastard! You killed your father, and you still have the nerve to ask for his antiques! If I had known you were such an ungrateful person, I would have drowned you long ago!"

Zhang Lan cursed heart-wrenchingly, but his hand was stopped by Gu Hanxing.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Lan coldly: "Ms. Zhang, please calm down."

Zhang Lan shuddered.

Gu Hanxing's hands were too cold.

Like an ice cube.

She suppressed her fear and said, "Third Young Master, she is my daughter. As a mother, I think I am still qualified to teach her a lesson."

"Although you are her mother," Gu Hanxing coldly shook off Zhang Lan's hand, her eyes piercing hers, "but have you ever cared for her? Have you ever shown any concern for her? To get the antique back, you did everything you could. You are truly vicious. I've never seen a mother like you!"

Zhang Lan's face flushed red at what Gu Hanxing said. She gritted her teeth and said, "That's our family affair, Third Young Master, you have no right to interfere!"

The smile on Gu Hanxing's face faded a little, his eyes were cold and murderous: "Don't forget, Qingyu is my wife."

Zhang Lan was shocked.

The others also looked surprised.

After a long while, Xu Jiaojiao's panicked voice finally rang out: "You...didn't you fail in the end?"

Song Qingyu's eyes were also filled with surprise and doubt, and she looked at Gu Hanxing.

Gu Hanxing was also looking at her.

Their eyes met in the air, and Song Qingyu clearly saw the heartache in those eyes.

Her heart seemed to be burned, and it was beating wildly.