Zhan Qipei's long eyebrows lightly raised as he leisurely said, "Second Grandpa, I'm really sorry, my hand slipped and I accidentally broke your teacup."
Though he said he was sorry, his face showed not a hint of regret, maintaining a cold and stern expression.
As he spoke, he got up from the sofa and coldly glared at Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, "I've said all I need to say, you two better take care of yourselves!"
With that, Zhan Qipei withdrew his gaze and turned to leave without looking back, leaving Zhan Kaiyang and the others with a cold and stern back.
Zhan Kaiyang was burning with anger inside; earlier in front of Zhan Qipei, he couldn't erupt and had to suppress it forcefully.
As soon as Zhan Qipei left, he suddenly stood up and flipped the coffee table in front of him, fuming with rage, "This is absolutely outrageous!"
"Zhan Qipei, that young punk, dared to come show off in front of me and even threatened me; he's really climbed onto my head!"
