Gong Jue's words, "the wife I've chosen," instantly stunned everyone in the Gong family.
The servants covered their mouths and bit their tongues to control themselves from screaming. Oh my god! Was this the future Young Madam?! She was so small! In the arms of the tall and mighty Master Jue, she was simply a weak little bird. Was she an adult yet? They never expected that Master Jue would like such a type…
Old Master Gong and Gong Qing's breathing stagnated. The old master, who was nearly 80 years old, nearly couldn't breathe.
Songsong looked at the two of them in a daze and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground.
Clang!
The sound of a teacup falling to the ground woke everyone up.
Gong Qing was the first to reprimand her. "Bastard! What wife? Who agreed?"
Trembling, Old Master Gong moved the wheelchair two steps forward. His old face scrunched up as he stared at Gong Jue and Gu Qiqi. His tone was also somewhat angry. "Little brat…"
