"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Sima Jun paced back and forth like a madman inside the Sima Residence, his eyes bloodshot and his demeanor extremely agitated.
He stopped and looked at Hex Yuankui, whose expression was similarly grim, his face twisted with anger as he said, "Uncle He, my grandfather sent you to protect me, but now, is this how you protect me!?"
The more he spoke, the more pronounced the twisted ferocity on Sima Jun's face became. After all, with his status and background, when had he ever been treated so badly? And it happened in front of so many people—it couldn't be hidden, and he'd lose face completely!
And for a spoiled young master like him, what was most important? Without a doubt, face! But now, if this incident were to spread, what face would he, Sima Jun, still have?
Not being laughed at as an idiot would be a miracle!
Thinking of this, Sima Jun felt a raging fire in his heart, like a wild horse unleashed, a volcanic eruption, unstoppable!
