Chapter 327 - Tang Moer Is My Woman

Chapter 327: Tang Mo’er Is My Woman

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Mohan had arrived.

He stretched out his long legs and walked over with steady footsteps, removing his outerwear and handing the black coat over to Yan Dong. Yan Dong respectfully moved aside and Gu Mohan sat opposite Gu Tianling, a smirk on his face when he saw the broken glass on the floor. “Father, why did you throw such a big tantrum?”

Gu Tianling glared at Gu Mohan, who sat opposite him. Gu Mohan wore a custom-made white shirt with black trousers, his countenance handsome and noble. All these years he had spent in the business industry had contributed to his sharp, clear-headed aura. A simple action of his would be able to present his king-like charisma clearly.

Ever since his birth, Gu Tianling has never taken a good look at this son of his.

Now that he was so close that he could see him, he felt an insurmountable distance from him.

“Gu Mohan, you’ve arrived at the right time, I was just about to look for you. What are your intentions, why did you hold me captive here? You’ve got such great audacity to treat your father like this.” Gu Tianling’s face darkened as he scolded Gu Mohan.

Gu Mohan gave him a glance and stretched out a hand, receiving the teacup from the man.

Butler Ye was relieved, Gu Mohan was willing to drink the cup of tea he served. That meant that he was successful in his persuasion.

He handed the teacup over to Gu Mohan.

When he was about to receive the teacup, Gu Mohan suddenly loosened his grip and crash! The cup of tea fell on the carpet and shattered, dripping hot liquid everywhere.

It was obvious that Gu Mohan had done it on purpose, but Butler Ye hurriedly knelt on the ground, prostrating in front of his long legs as he trembled. “Young Master, it was an accident.”

Gu Mohan stared at the servant kneeling in front of him. Lifting his foot, he placed his wet leather shoe in front of Butler Ye and spoke in an emotionless manner, “Wipe it clean.”

“Yes, Young Master.” Butler Ye took out a handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe the leather shoe.

The next moment, Gu Mohan slowly lifted his leg and stepped on Butler Ye’s hand. Hard.

He used a great amount of force, as though he was stepping on garbage. A dangerous smirk toyed at the corner of his lips as he spoke, “What did you just say earlier? That Tang Mo’er is a slut? Ha, did I hear wrongly? Tang Mo’er is my woman, so you’re insulting my woman and calling her a slut. Lowly peasant, who gave you the right and audacity to do that, hm?”