If there was anything that belonged to him, it was probably just himself.
After Wang Xingzhi had people tally everything up, Wang Yizhi casually put down his wine cup and leisurely asked, "Is it done?" He didn't care at all, as if he was the one controlling the situation.
Wang Xingzhi, not expecting that Wang Yizhi would still be so indifferent at this moment, felt as if his own actions were forced and ridiculous like a jumping clown, feeling even more resentful. He coldly said, "Wang Yizhi, from now on, you are no longer a part of the Wang family. Today, I command you to leave this place and you may not take anything belonging to the Wang family with you."
Wang Yizhi, smiling, sat up from the soft couch, and started to undress. It had already turned cool, and Wang Yizhi took off two layers before revealing a snow-white undershirt. Wang Xingzhi, staring dumbfounded at his actions, finally came to his senses and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
