"Did you hear what I said!"
A sudden low roar erupted, as Yu Chiyin, seemingly annoyed by the noise, frowned and cast a mocking smile at Yu Wanzhi.
"Today, I'm in a good mood, so don't test my patience any further, understand?" he warned coldly.
The chill in his eyes made Yu Wanzhi's hands and feet involuntarily grow cold as she instinctively wanted to retort but stopped herself.
Being half-siblings, with more than twenty years between them, they naturally lacked affection for each other.
Perhaps out of respect for the old man, Yu Wanzhi, a widow, had lived in the Yu Family home for years without ever having a direct confrontation with Yu Chiyin.
Another reason might be that he had never taken Yu Wanzhi's underhanded tactics seriously.
Tonight was indeed the first time he had been so openly aggressive.
Yu Wanzhi's hands trembled as she picked up the cup on the table once again, managing to suppress her emotions so that no one could detect her distress.
