Gu Baisheng's gaze shuttled back and forth between Hu Hui's and Song Frost's faces.

　　Song Frost felt it and gave her an unpleasant slant.

　　The corner of Gu Baisheng's mouth twitched and immediately withdrew that indulgent gaze.

　　And at the same time, the door of the room was gently pushed, and a cold and unpleasant female voice came from on high: "Your daughter is dead, how long will you force my son to be filial to you with that thing?"

　　The words ...