Sheng Shiwu was in the kitchen washing dishes when he heard the sound of tables and chairs crashing in the living room. Furious, he dropped the dishes, stormed out, and roared.
"Sheng Shiwen, you've really got some nerve, don't you? Smashing things around the house?
Instead of throwing tables and chairs around, why don't you go to the Song Family's house and pick up your dearest sister?
Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you. Yueyue and Song Zijin are having a meal over at their grandfather's house.
She's free now, but she didn't come to see you or even call you right away. Surprised? Shocked?"
"Enough! Shut your mouth! All of you look down on me because I'm in a wheelchair. You think I'm an embarrassment, don't you?!"
Sheng Shiwu's words enraged Sheng Shiwen so much that his features twisted into a terrifying grimace.
His entire face flushed a deep purple, looking as if it might explode. Frantic and furious, he flailed his arms wildly, as if he wanted to tear someone apart.
