The old master of the Shi family had originally intended to play out a touching scene of a grandfather joyously witnessing his grandson's narrow escape from death.
Nevertheless, seeing Chen Tian holding a gun to the butler's head and dragging him in, he couldn't muster a smile.
Shi Yuhuan watched every expression on his face, sitting on the sofa in the study like a king in his court.
"Yuhuan, what the hell is this? Are you intending to rebel?" the old master of the Shi family bellowed, glaring at Shi Yuhuan.
Shi Yuhuan responded in a profoundly significant tone, "Rebellion? That's a targeted term…"
His deep, piercing black eyes narrowed slightly, a chilling air spilling out from between his brows, suffocating those present: "In order for that to happen among us, there must be a prerequisite. The prerequisite is that we must be family, you must be my grandfather."
