Intimidated by the harshness in Gu Wenheng's tone, Gu Lejia didn't dare to argue further. "Can I find something to do if I go back?"
Gu Wenheng spread his hands. "Isn't that your own affair? If you need anything back home, ask your parents. They can make decisions for you."
Gu Lejia was speechless. 'Why won't Seventh Uncle play along? How am I supposed to continue this conversation?'
Gu Wenheng saw Hong Da bringing the carriage over. "If you're not going back, write a letter, and I'll take it home for you. But I will give orders that the gates here will not open for you again."
Knowing full well what the young man was up to, Gu Wenheng spoke even more bluntly, not caring whether he could accept it or not. He stepped onto the mounting block, settled into the carriage, and said, "Let's go."
As the carriage disappeared into the distance, Song Xiuxiang, who had been hiding in a corner, finally stepped out to stand beside Gu Lejia.
