"Dong, what are you doing!"
Huang Zhengyuan opened the door and walked out, only to see his son rushing forward with a machete.
"Father, where's that Yang Tian you mentioned? I'll chop him to death, and no one will compete with me for the inheritance!"
The one approaching was indeed Huang Zhengyuan's son Huang Dong.
"You unfilial son, I've told you that the inheritance is going to Yang Tian because our family owes his mother, Meng Bingyun. Can't you have a bit of tolerance? Don't forget how Meng Bingyun died back then!"
Huang Zhengyuan shouted sternly, "Get back inside immediately!"
"The past has already passed, Meng Bingyun is dead, the inheritance is mine! You can't give it to anyone else!"
Huang Dong roared fiercely.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Yang Tian and Wu Yue were brewing tea.
Hearing this commotion, Wu Yue frowned, and Yang Tian stood up, "Honey, you stay here, I'll go check it out."
Yang Tian hurriedly walked outside.
