The old patriarch said in a deep voice, "A gentleman's word cannot be taken back even by a team of four horses."
"Rest assured, I, Old Fang, keep my word."
Then, Old Master Fang told the young man pushing Fang Liang, "Let's go, we're going home."
The two young men behind him followed suit immediately, and the group headed towards the door.
Their movements were swift, with no hesitation at all.
But evidently, Old Man Fang had achieved some sort of goal.
Gu Qiaoqiao knew that this old man was not an easy character either.
Yet, today, she could only let him have his moment of triumph.
And just at this moment, Gu Zhixing, who had remained unnoticed, slowly stood up.
With his hands hanging by his sides and his back hunched, Gu Qiaoqiao only then realized that he wasn't short. Maybe it was because he had been hunched over for years, making him look like an old man.
He opened his mouth, and in a hoarse voice that echoed in the courtyard corner, said, "Fang Liang, I'm sorry."
