Sun Yian said as much, and the servants dared not respond.
They knew all too well that the County Magistrate held no presence in the eyes of Sun Yian, with the Sun Family's household in utter disarray—fathers not acting like fathers, sons not acting like sons; it was simply absurd to speak of it.
Sun Yian waved his hand impatiently.
Only when he was alone in the room did he let out a sigh of emptiness.
He summoned a man in black from the shadows and whispered a few instructions in his ear.
"Yes!"
The man in black complied and withdrew.
Sun Yian got up and ordered someone to prepare his carriage to return to the County Magistrate's residence.
These past few days at the County Magistrate's residence had not been peaceful. Although the turmoil had not yet surfaced openly, a torrent of secret waves was raging beneath, leaving people anxious and fearful.
