Just then, Xue Wei's door was pushed open, and the Family Head walked in with a cold expression.
His steps were steady, and his aura was overwhelming.
Upon seeing the Family Head, Xue Wei quickly stood up to greet him, with a somewhat unnatural tone, "Family Head, why have you come?"
The Family Head did not answer immediately. He glanced around, his eyes sweeping over the devastated room.
The tables and chairs were overturned, porcelain fragments were scattered all over, and books were in complete disarray.
His brows furrowed tightly, and his face grew even more sullen, clearly displeased with the sight before him.
The Family Head turned to look at Xue Wei, with a hint of cold sharpness in his gaze, "Xue Wei, look at yourself, what have you become? You lost just one competition and you wrecked your room like this? Does this look like the behavior of an heir to the Xue Family?"
