This matter had put Gu Cheng in an impossible position both at home and outside.
He couldn't help but resent his own mother, who, despite being seventy, still dressed as if she were no more than forty.
There was nothing wrong with that, but as one ages, isn't it normal to look old?
Hadn't he aged as well?
His temples were already flecked with white hair.
Such complaints, when heard by Ning Wanru, were like adding fuel to the fire, and in a fit of rage, she hurled the teacup straight at Gu Cheng's forehead, causing a cut from the shattered glass.
It even required three stitches.
Furious, Gu Cheng didn't visit for several days, his graceful and noble mother had seemed like a different person this past month, more tempestuous than a shrew.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled.
At this time, Ning Wanru, drawing on her many years of experience, was utterly convinced that she had offended an evil spirit.