Patriarch Wu still held out the bank card, but Xia Liang neither spoke nor took it. He paid the two men no attention at all, remaining silent. These two leaders of the Wu Family didn't dare lift their heads.
Not far behind them, Wu Qi and the others stared in shock toward the Lykan. Wu Qi's expression, in particular, had turned deathly pale.
He knew that his grandfather cherished him and seldom even scolded him. But just now, the old man had come over and slapped him directly, without holding back in the slightest.
Even if he was slow on the uptake, he could still understand.
Perhaps this time, I've really provoked someone formidable.
