Since Sheng Congzhi was so certain, the others could only return home for the time being.
Old Madam Gu was lying in the yard, basking in the sun. A small tea table beside her held a pot of hot tea, and the sound of a gramophone playing Cantonese songs from the last century drifted from the room behind her.
As they approached, the old servant made a silencing gesture, then slowly stepped forward, bent down, and whispered, "Old Madam? Old Madam?"
A smile curled on Old Madam Gu's lips. "What is it? Speak."
She was in a great mood, having finally found the heir.
Gu Yunxiu called out directly, "Mom."
Old Madam Gu quickly opened her eyes and upon seeing Sheng Congzhi, stood up in shock, "Why are you back so soon? Yiming, what happened? Could it be that Zhizhi..."
Lacked wisdom?
Insufficient talent?
Or simply uninterested?
Impossible. Anyone from the Gu Family couldn't possibly lack in artistic talent!
