Lan Yushen's words were undoubtedly full of provocation. He waited for a while, but no one said anything, which made him start to feel bored.
"Come on, I don't give you a hard challenge, or did I? You just need to speak using your mouth," he said in a nonchalant tone, satisfied that he was finally regaining the superior role.
"Young Master Lan, this is the Grand Tutor mansion," Zhou Yanchao reminded him.
"So what?" Lan Yushen raised his eyebrows. "You can't even do such a simple thing?"
He was really tempted to grab his nephew and niece's hands and pull them back to the carriage and leave, but he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"You don't want to deal with me, huh?" Lan Yushen scowled, and he threw a temper tantrum. Before they could even blink, the potted orchid in his hands already fell to the ground with a thud.
The pot was broken in an instant; the soil scattered everywhere. They could even see the orchid's roots.
