"What did you say?"
When Huang Zhenhao learned that Huang Sheng had disfigured Huang Yuan, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, nearly losing his footing.
"Father!"
"Family Head!"
Huang Ning and the other family elders' expressions changed as they rushed to support Huang Zhenhao.
"That wretched son! What a wretched son!"
Huang Zhenhao raised a hand to stop them and shakily sat down. A hint of regret surfaced on his grim face. "If I had known, I would have killed that defiant son back then!"
One was a discarded heir, cast out of the family; the other was the successor in whom they had placed all their hopes. The difference between them was stark. Yet now, that discarded son had just destroyed the creation he considered his proudest achievement.
And this defiant son was now demanding that Huang Zhenhao himself come to see him? Or else he would destroy the Huang Family?
"That little beast, his wings have certainly hardened!"
