Luo Yue sent a message that the same man who claimed Shentu Jing had killed his parents wanted to meet with him.
Shentu Jing looked over his shoulder to see Shentu Mingye and Jiang Zhaoling arguing.
"So what? You should go see a plastic surgeon," Jiang Zhaoling said sarcastically.
"You're the one who should see a plastic surgeon to fix that peanut brain of yours, stupid Barbie!" Shentu Mingye retorted.
Shentu Mingye wouldn't stop lamenting. Some random girl had punched him in the face, and it humiliated him greatly. This was a first for him.
Shentu Jing pinched the space between his brows. This could go on forever. He walked past them and took his coat off the wall.
"Butler!" he called, and an elderly man came into sight.
"Young Master, is there anything I can do for you?" the butler asked politely.
"Look after your little master and Miss Jiang. I'm afraid they'll break something again," Shentu Jing said.
