Every word was so grandiose and impeccable that there was nothing to criticize, but each sentence felt like a poison barb, making him very uncomfortable.
His face turned livid with anger, unable to speak.
Lin Shuo looked at Gu Junzhu and smiled apologetically, "Young Master Gu, you might have misunderstood my father. All children are precious to their parents. My parents love all three of us brothers equally; there is no favoritism. Please do not believe the rumors outside and make my father feel bad."
"Is that so?" Gu Junzhu looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you saying Uncle Lin bears no favoritism and treats the three brothers equally, and I misunderstood?"
"Yes, yes," Lin Shuo nodded repeatedly, "Young Master Gu misunderstood. All are my parents' flesh and blood, equally cherished. How could they not love us all?"
