His adoptive father stood in the doorway, his voice cold. “You’re not my son. You have no right to use the Gu family’s money anymore.”
His luggage was thrown down the steps, and his stepmother turned and shut the door.
His younger brother leaned against the doorframe, grinning without bothering to hide his delight.
Gu Chen said nothing. He simply bent down and picked up his luggage.
Just as he reached the mouth of the alley, his phone buzzed.
A message came from someone saved as [Mr. A]:
“Professor, three funds have collapsed at once. You’re the only one who can handle this.”
