After nearly smashing all the porcelain in the room to pieces, Old Mr. Qin's beard trembled, and he stopped, shaking his body with difficulty, panting heavily.
"Where was Shou'er found?" Old Mr. Qin gritted his teeth, and each word erupted from between his clenched teeth.
A short question was drawn out into a very long process.
The words were filled with various unmasked emotions, most prominently anger.
Everyone in the room was trembling with fear, not daring to make a sound.
"Speak!" Old Mr. Qin nearly roared.
"In the underground sewage of the Northern Suburb of Yanjing, when our people found Young Master Shou, he was being used by several beggars as a tool to earn sympathy for begging every day."
"Moreover... Young Master Qin... seems to have... already fallen into dementia."
