The living room, once filled with warm laughter and playful chaos, now carried a heavy undercurrent of tension that thickened the air like an approaching storm.
Golden sunlight still filtered through the windows, but it felt colder somehow, casting long shadows across the sofas and floors. The soft background music continued playing, but it seemed distant and out of place against the rising storm of emotions.
Gu Chengze glared at Su Wanyan intently, his suppressed anger flaring up like a wildfire he could barely contain. How dare this inferior alpha! He screamed inwardly.
Seeing the four of them—Su Wanyan, Mo Xingxue, Shen Guoxing, and little Mo Yan—posing as if they were already a perfect family filled him with deep displeasure. But then that inferior trash not only shared an intimate gesture with his wife, she dared rest her head on Mo Xingxue's thigh!
You dare! Gu Chengze fumed, glaring daggers at Su Wanyan, who was still listening attentively to Qin Yuran's narration.
