The afternoon sun was scorching, and not a breath of wind was in the air, the stifling heat making people feel irritated and oppressed.
'Crash!'
The sound of shattering glass was heard, followed by a tirade of curses and anger—
"Get out! Trash! All of you are good-for-nothings!"
In the luxurious and comfortable villa, Long Yuda stood in front of the study's desk, his eyes almost red as he glared at the black-clad bodyguard in front of him, his fury cresting!
The black-clad bodyguard almost tumbled and scrambled his way out.
At this moment, the assistant pushed the door and walked in.
"Mr. Yuda, the Third Young Master has returned!"
The assistant didn't dare to announce loudly and spoke in a subdued voice.
"Why does he even bother to return? Tell him to scram! He doesn't need to come back! I don't have such a son, scram!"
Long Yuda spoke furiously, his face full of raging, dark anger.
