Bai Zhi'er didn't have time to speak.
Feng Fuce already raised his eyes, looking towards the door.
At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the doorway.
"Back then, I had no choice but to drive you away. You were so rebellious and of such improper birth, how could I have kept you?"
Guoguo tensed up upon hearing this voice.
He turned around.
Together with Bai Zhi'er, he saw the over-fifty-year-old Duke Huan, unexpectedly sitting in a wooden wheelchair, carried into the main hall by servants.
Duke Huan's hair was a mix of black and white, paired with his eagle-like eyes, making the whole person appear aged and weary.
However, although he tried to look lovingly at Guoguo, his gaze always seemed too sharp to Bai Zhi'er.
Duke Huan glanced at Bai Zhi'er and the others.
"These must be Chuan'er's friends, right?"
Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce did not show Duke Huan a friendly face, only nodding slightly in response.
