Master Gong is so angry that he doesn't even want to speak.
He sent people out to find Bai An.
He left everyone else in the hall.
He didn't let anyone follow him and walked away alone.
As he walked past Gong Ziming, he glanced at him and asked with concern, "Ziming, is your hand alright?"
"Does it still hurt?"
Behind them, some people felt resentful.
I knew he only loved Gong Ziming.
It's completely unfair.
Gong Ziming shook his head and subconsciously hid next to Rong Chang, "Sister."
She turned around and patted the back of his hand.
Master Gong also noticed her.
Perhaps it was because Gong Ziming had been in trouble several times and she was always by his side.
Master Gong no longer has any prejudice against her.
Many are also filled with gratitude.
He sincerely said, "Thank you. Thanks to you, Zi Mo was able to escape death."
But then, remembering something else, Master Gong turned around and looked at Rong Shang in a low voice, saying, "There's something I'm curious about. Who killed the assassin who came to find you that day?"
He gazed at her intently for a moment.
She could feel the man beside her tighten his grip on her hand.
Rong Shang remained calm, grinning slightly, "I don't know either."
"Zi Mo and I both fainted that day, and I don't know what happened after that."
"Is that so?" Master Gong seemed to have doubts about this matter.
Rong Shang maintained the same expression, "Yes."
"Alright." Master Gong breathed a sigh of relief. "If there's nothing else, go and have dinner."
He only said this to the two of them.
As for the others... Master Gong snorted coldly as he left.
Rong Shang heard him mutter, "A misfortune for the family."
He shouldn't have married four wives.
Outsiders envied his good fortune with women.
Only he knew best that these women were the most troublesome.
He never has a single day of peace and quiet.
...
At night, Gong Ziqi desperately hit the sandbag.
Thump, thump, thump.
Sweat dripped down his face.
It got into his eyes, and after wiping it, he continued hitting.
Behind them, on the sofa, the second wife and her two other sons were talking.
I simply couldn't stand it anymore.
Gong Ziqi threw his final punch at the sandbag.
With a thud, the sandbag slammed into the wall.
He turned around, his face contorted with rage, and said, "I'm going to kill Gong Zimo right now."
That's outrageous!
My cousin must have been killed by them.
"Ziqi, don't go." Gong Zili shook his head, feeling helpless, as he saw his angry expression.
Gong Ziqi stopped.
The second concubine was crying, "I feel so sorry for your uncle. He entrusted his son to me, but now I can't even protect him."
"Mom, are we just going to swallow our anger like this?" Gong Ziqi clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.
Everyone is dead.
Why not leave the body here?
If the body is here, nothing those people say now will make a difference.
"What else can we do?" The second concubine raised her head, her eyes red. "What else can we do?"
What do you suggest we do?
The old man only dotes on Gong Ziming, his only son.
Who else does he respect?
They could swallow this insult, but Gong Ziqi could not.
"Alright, I'll take care of it."
"I'll go kill Gong Ziming and see what they can do."
After Gong Ziqi finished speaking, he walked out.
The second concubine was terrified.
"Ziqi, Ziqi, don't go!"
Oh my god.
He's going to cause a huge disaster if he goes now.
He ignored his second concubine's calls and walked out as soon as he opened the door.
She became even more worried and hurriedly called Gong Zili and Gong Zixiu to go out and find him and bring him back.
At this point, she didn't want anything to happen to anyone.
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