Everyone understood what Gu Changkong was implying. He hoped Gu Feifei would show some mercy and not be so ruthless.
Zhang Long shook his head. 'If I'd known,' he thought, 'I should have just had my bodyguards do it. A single strike would have finished off Gu Ying and Wang Liang, and I could have avoided all this trouble.'
In the eyes of Zhang Long and the others, since even Gu Changkong had spoken up, Gu Feifei would have to give the old man some face, no matter how reluctant she was.
But Gu Feifei slowly raised her head. While there were tears in her beautiful eyes, there was also an unshakeable glint of defiance.
"I'm sorry, Grandfather!"
Gu Feifei gave Gu Changkong a deep bow. Then, she straightened up, looked at Han Huan, and her red lips parted. "Steward Han, do it. Kill this mother and son."
