There was no doubt that the Shen family was destined to be destroyed.
Tonight, in the mansion of the Marquis of Lin'an, it was not peaceful either.
In the innermost courtyard, as soon as Xie Jingxing took off his outer robe, the door opened with a bang. The servant stood at the door nervously, afraid that he would be punished. He lowered his head and said, "Young Master… I can't stop him…"
Xie Ding, the Marquis of Lin'an, stood at the door. When he heard that, he was even angrier and said furiously, "Stop me? Try stopping me. I'm your father! When did my mansion have a different master? Xie Jingxing, stand properly!"
Xie Jingxing glanced at Xie Ding casually and lazily threw his robe on the couch. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, putting on the air of a profligate son. "Marquis, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
It was as if he was talking to a stranger.
