"Alright, alright, we are all one family after all. It's just a small misunderstanding. From now on, this matter is considered settled, and no one is allowed to bring it up again—"
"Smash!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of a heavy teacup shattering pierced through the air.
She looked astonished to see the tea set that had been sitting peacefully on the coffee table, inexplicably flying off and smashing into pieces on the floor, the tea spilling out. What followed was Emperor Quan standing up swiftly with a raging tone.
"Get the hell out of my house—"
His hand pointed at Yan Rong, his gaze sharp like twin blades.
"Fourth Brother—!" Quan Fengyi didn't understand the situation and hurriedly went to pull him back.
"What's wrong? Wasn't everything fine? Rong Rong has apologized..."
