Opening the letter and glancing over it, Gu Baijiang's eyes narrowed. Even if he had hidden a portion of the Silver earlier, no one else knew about it but him. Gu Antong definitely didn't have any concrete proof.
But when his gaze reached the end of the letter, he held it up to the candlelight. He discovered three faint fingernail scratches, and his expression grew heavy. This was the secret signal they had agreed upon when Gu Antong left home. Three scratches meant the worst-case scenario—a point of no return.
Gu Baijiang slumped into his armchair, his eyes devoid of life. Was such a crucial chess piece about to be ruined?
Perhaps it was because he was getting older, but fond memories of Gu Antong growing up suddenly flashed through his mind. As the eldest granddaughter and the firstborn child of the Gu Family, even though Gu Baijiang tended to favor boys over girls, he still doted on her. In fact, even Gu Kaiyuan might not hold as high a place in his heart as this granddaughter.
