For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,Just as she had reached the doorway, she turned back and pushed Gu Yunyu into the bathroom.,The bathroom was huge and lavishly decorated, but there was no surprise on her face. Her expression was indifferent and cold, a stark contrast to her age.。