He was utterly clueless about running away from home, lacking any real determination; it was all just talk.
Once truly away from home, he would have nothing. As a rich young master, if he left without any skills, he would be no better than trash.
Once out there, apart from begging, he likely wouldn't be able to do anything else, not to mention he was used to being waited on hand and foot; asking him to work was just inviting hardship!
Ye Zhengxiong suddenly threw a tantrum, throwing things around, which frightened his mother and two sisters.
The two sisters, who had just been pretending to cry, stopped their tears and looked at their second brother with panic, fearing he might hit them next.
Their mother, too, was dazed by her son's outburst, watching fixedly as he threw things and ran off.
"Mom, if second brother acts like this, can we still go on in the future?"
