Mrs. Ye Sr.'s face darkened and said, "Ye Nanshen, even if you want to vent your anger, you should understand the reason first! It was your people who broke my Buddha statue. How is it you who throws your weight around here?"
Ye Nanshen slightly tilted his head, glancing at the Buddha statue on the ground, a cold glint in his eyes. He said, "If someone can't even handle a Buddha statue properly, they can do without their hand."
Upon his words, two bodyguards stepped forward and broke the hand of the maid who had dropped the statue.
The maid's screams were incessant. The butler immediately had her mouth gagged and taken away.
Ye Nanshen curled his lips and asked, "Any objections now?"
Mrs. Ye Sr., who witnessed Ye Nanshen's brazen actions, was nearly breathless with rage. She turned to Old Master Ye, both angry and fearful, and asked, "Is this your good grandson? Won't you intervene?"
