Outside the door stood Gu Baichuan, his face grim as if he had just smelled a sewer.
Seeing an unwelcome guest in his daughter's room was already infuriating enough, but then spotting that guy carrying his daughter's suitcase? Gu Baichuan's expression instantly darkened further: "Where do you think you're taking my daughter?"
The entire reason Lu Zhanbei had been urging Gu Qianqian to hurry up and pack was to avoid this black-faced deity. But alas, avoiding the first of the month didn't mean he could dodge the fifteenth.
Sure, getting caught by the father-in-law would exponentially increase the difficulty of abducting his daughter, but pushing limits had always been Lu Zhanbei's forte.
So, his response remained calm and unyielding: "Back to our own home!"
"Your own home? Did I say you could?"
