SMACK!
Wei Feng slammed his palm down hard on the table before him, sending the brush holder and inkstone on top clattering.
In that moment, Wei Feng had lost all his usual stately composure. His face was ashen, and he ground his teeth. His chilling voice seemed to be squeezed from between them, "Xu Luo… It's you again, you damn little bastard. If I can't put you in your grave, the Wei Family will fall at your hands sooner or later!"
Wei Ziting stood to the side, not daring to breathe. Hearing this, he looked up in surprise and asked cautiously, "Father, are you certain Xu Luo was behind this?"
"How can you be so stupid?" Wei Feng shot his son a look of bitter disappointment, lamenting inwardly, 'If only you were like that Xu Luo, I would willingly give up my position as prime minister right now!'
The muscles on Wei Ziting's face twitched violently. He retorted, unconvinced, "Perhaps Xu Su did it…"
