For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,Gu Yunyu's hand on the chair slowly clenched, a layer of frost appearing in his beautiful eyes. His thin lips opened slightly, revealing a ferocious scar on his face.,With a grunt, she came to her senses and looked at Gu Yunyu's face, which had become even more ferocious because of anger. The playful look instantly vanished, she shrugged nonchalantly, and turned out of the bathroom.。