Hearing the report, Bai Yi collapsed onto the sofa. He decided to give the old master a call after pondering for a while.
After he put down his phone, another report came in. "Sir, the young master is back!"
Bai Yi held his fist tight and walked out.
In the living room, Bai Juan looked pathetic as he laid prone on the floor.
The tendons in his legs were cut, and his body was severely injured. Blood oozed from his wounds, coloring the expensive carpet to a crimson red.
Seeing Bai Yi, he crawled over with all his strength. A cry of hatred escaped his mouth as he grabbed onto Bai Yi's leg.
"Father! Avenge me! Tang Chen and a man named Lu Zhanbei did this to me. Tang Chen even drugged me!"
Bai Yi couldn't bear to watch any longer. He held his tear back and spoke after taking a deep breath. "From this moment, you, Bai Juan, are no longer a descendant of the Bai family. Your life and death will mean nothing to us. Do you understand?"
