Ye Que swept his cold eyes over the room and declared with a commanding presence, "Listen up, go collect your wages from Lil Fei. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to come to the Mansion anymore." Those who dare to joke behind Ye Que's back must surely be tired of living.
Unless he shows them what he's capable of, they still won't understand who truly runs this household.
Everyone, "..."
Even the group of young people sitting in the living room were taken aback; it had been years since they saw their father so angrily punishing the servants in the house.
None of them had the courage to challenge him, so they all kept silent.
Meanwhile, a dozen or so young servants had bowed their heads, on the verge of tears.
One of them suddenly fell to the ground, pleading to Ye Que, "Why are you suddenly driving us away, sir? If I leave, I won't have money to support my elderly parents and children back home."
