Ye Mingze was stunned by the slap, and half his face quickly swelled and reddened.
The slap finally shocked him to his senses, and he realized what he had just said.
The color drained from his face. He frantically knelt down. "Father! I was wrong! I... I misspoke just now—"
"Get out!" Ye Heng roared.
Ye Mingze didn't dare say another word. He scrambled to his feet and hastily retreated from the room.
BAM!
Ye Heng swept everything from the desk onto the floor, his rage still simmering.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Someone, come!"
The steward waiting outside the door immediately came in. When he saw the mess all over the floor, his brow twitched.
'The master has always been strict with the Second Young Master, and the two have argued countless times over the years, but this is the first time he's ever been this furious.'
'I wonder what on earth the Second Young Master did to provoke him to such an extent...'
