"Grandpa, uncle, why are you here?"
Just then, Song Ming's surprised voice drifted in from outside. He ignored the anger emanating from everyone in the room as he walked forward. He had just seen his Grandpa throw something at his father and took a sheet of paper to take a look. His nonchalant expression soon became somber when he read the information on the sheet and was replaced with his usual scowl.
He picked up the other pieces of paper and looked through them sheet by sheet. The more he read, the more somber his expression became and the murderous air around him deepened. In the end, even his father hesitantly picked up a piece of paper from the floor to take a look.
After reading through all the information, he threw them onto the table and strode out without saying a word. Master Song was in shock and couldn't help but call out.
"Ming'er, where are you going?"
Song Ming did not reply and disappeared before their eyes.
