"Go throw away those 50 tutoring books." Rong Zhuo's face was extremely sullen, and his voice was chilling to the bone as he instructed Rong Mu.
Rong Mu couldn't help but shiver, realizing that his master's mood could change faster than flipping through a book. Just the day before, he had been treasuring those 50 tutoring books, flipping through them daily, yet today he had ordered them all to be thrown away.
Feeling it was a waste to just throw them away, Rong Mu took it upon himself to give them away instead.
During dinner, Rong Zhuo's complexion still hadn't improved, and he had little appetite, finally putting down his chopsticks and about to leave the dining table when he heard Rong Lin excitedly say:
"Oh right, I have some good news to tell you guys, you'll definitely praise me for this."
"What good news? If it's related to our mother, you may speak. If not, save your breath."
Rong Zheng glanced at him and then picked up a piece of fish, eating as he spoke.
