She nodded lightly, and walked to the Xiao family's drawing-room, her arm linked with her daughter's, following the butler.
Xiao's grandmother gazed at the backs of the Gu family mother and daughter, thinking to herself that the two were truly cut from the same mold. Their proud and unstained composure that rose above the mire deeply moved her, even though she was a distinguished old lady accustomed to wealth.
However, being moved was one thing, reality another.
The Xiao family were businesspeople at heart, cold-blooded, without a trace of warmth flowing through their veins.
This could be seen from what was currently happening within the Xiao family—actions taken by their own kin.
Xiao's grandmother let out another sharp laugh.
This laugh sent shivers of cold down Xiao Shuju's spine, who was feeling quite pleased with herself until then.
In fact, when Xiao Shuju suddenly heard the grandmother instructing that Gu's mother stay, her mind had already turned blank.
