The gift bags that Shen Zhengyao had been carrying were all scattered on the floor. He didn't care either and could only watch the scene before his eyes in shock. When he used to visit the Yun family, he had bumped into his youngest uncle—Yun Muzhong—and his youngest aunt—Yang Siru—during a fight, where she had complained that he didn't care about the family. Back then, he already had his suspicions and had warned his aunt to be warier. However, due to a series of events plaguing the Shen family, the incident had slipped his mind.
Little did he imagine that his suspicions back then would come true. Shen Zhengyao thought about the problems that afflicted the Shen family, yet Yun Muzhong was indulging himself in drinking and pleasure, and wrapping himself in romance. Feelings of rage surged through his head, and his fists clenched tightly by his side.
"Hmph, I don't like this. I've eaten enough."
