Gu Lejia was so frightened by the ruthlessness in Gu Wenheng's tone that he didn't dare to argue back. "Then, can I find work to do when I go back?"
Gu Wenheng threw his hands up. "Isn't that your own business? If you have questions when you return, you can ask your parents. Naturally, they will make decisions for you."
Gu Lejia was speechless. He wondered why Seventh Uncle wasn't taking the bait. How was he supposed to continue this conversation?
Seeing Hong Da driving the carriage over, Gu Wenheng said, "If you're not going back, then go write a letter yourself, and I'll take it back for you. However, I'll also give orders that the main gate here will no longer open for you."
Knowing exactly what this kid was plotting, Gu Wenheng spoke even more bluntly. Without caring whether he could handle it or not, he stepped onto the mounting stool and got straight into the carriage. "Let's go!"
