Jia Tianshou had a face full of anger, and slapped Jia Lin's face hard.
If not for Lin Chen's generosity, not bearing a grudge and stepping in, he would have been killed by Jia Lin just now.
Jia Tianshou snorted coldly: "Jia Lin, back then I kept you in the Jia family because you were distant kin, but now you're becoming more and more excessive. Pack your things quickly and return to the old home."
Upon hearing Jia Tianshou's words, Jia Lin's expression suddenly changed.
The "old home" Jia Tianshou mentioned was a poverty-stricken village where not even dogs shat or chickens laid eggs, a world apart from the bustling city life.
"Master, I was wrong, please don't make me leave." Jia Lin's face turned pale and he knelt on the ground, "I've been diligent in Jia's family for these years, even if I haven't achieved anything remarkable, I've worked hard!"
