"Zhuang Xinfei" successfully caught Zhuang Xiuya's attention!
Mockery and contempt in her eyes gradually faded, and she stared at Song Zhen incredulously, "What do you mean? My daughter's last name is Gu, what does 'Zhuang Xinfei' mean?"
"Give me a break!" Song Zhen's hands rested on the table.
One of his fingers rhythmically tapped the tabletop, making the atmosphere even tenser with each tap.
He squinted his eyes, sizing up Zhuang Xiuya, "You are a suspect in a murder-for-hire case, with conclusive evidence, and you're going to jail.
If your daughter still bears the Gu surname, where will Uncle Gu's face go?
Add to that, you and your daughter have already become infamous on Lin Jinluan's sixtieth birthday!
A cornered bunny will bite, and a desperate dog will jump over the wall. Why should Uncle Gu be repeatedly dragged down by you?
Do you really think he is foolish enough to endure this degree of torment?"