The vase shattered with a sharp sound, and the Butler winced at the sight of the priceless vase broken to pieces. The Third Young Master hadn't lost his temper like this in a long time—ever since he left Aisha Island and returned to Beicheng, his temper had been much more restrained.
Seeing the dark storm on his face, no one dared to approach him and risk their lives.
Leng Youchen strode upstairs without even checking if Wei Anning had followed him. He entered the study with long steps, slamming the door with a thunderous crash.
Downstairs fell into a momentary stillness, the servants nervously on edge. Aunt Liu stood at the restaurant entrance, noticing Ande's helpless expression, and asked softly, "What's wrong with the Third Young Master? Why is he so furious? Where's the Third Young Lady?"
