Gu Mei's eyes bore an unsettling mix of animosity and venom, like a storm cloud charged with lightning.
"On that day at the restaurant," she began, her tone laced with a mocking edge, "I asked you to halt Huo Sicheng in his tracks, but you brushed aside my words as if they were mere whispers carried away by the wind. I told you I saw a shadowy figure departing alongside Huo Sicheng, and you dismissed it with disbelief! Now, do you finally believe me?"
Chu He remained unfazed by her daughter Gu Mei's taunts.
"Why is this child so pale from head to toe? Even his hair is as white as snow, resembling a specter."
"What kind of normal child could emerge from the clutches of that wretched Gu Qingcheng?" Gu Mei's eyes gleamed with a malicious cruelty, "Only a deformed offspring could ever be a fitting match for the tainted Gu Qingcheng!"