The entire hall was silent, the atmosphere frozen to the extreme.
There was a sense of oppressive urgency pushed to the limit.
ThirdYoung Master Jun was like an unsheathed blade, exuding a chilling aura that pierced straight to the heart.
"You—"
He stared coldly at Jun Shi, his eyes filled with supreme arrogance, looking down from above.
His finger suddenly pointed towards the doorway.
"Get out!"
Jun Shi's breath hitched, he looked at him in disbelief, and angrily said, "I am your father, and you dare to tell me to leave?"
"Father? I am ashamed to have a father like you," ThirdYoung Master Jun's face was filled with scorn and a cold smile, "And besides, this is my home, not the Jun residence. As head of the household, I have the right to tell you to leave!"
"Feiyu, come out, throw him out," he commanded haughtily.
Jun Shi trembled with rage, his chest heaving, glaring death at ThirdYoung Master Jun.
