"Yuan Xiangjun, you brazen cur!"
"Have you no sense of propriety left? Do you think you can disrespect everyone just because you married into the Han family?"
The members of the Yuan family looked as if they were about to explode with rage, every one of them glaring furiously at Yuan Xiangjun. After all, Mr. Yuan Sr. was the Yuan Family Patriarch, the founding forefather responsible for the family's rise in Haicheng. Who would dare to openly disrespect him? To do so was to insult the entire Yuan family, slapping every one of them across the face!
"Xiangjun, your audacity truly knows no bounds," Mr. Yuan Sr. said, smiling as he squinted and shook his head, as if observing the playful antics of a younger family member. But his aged voice carried a distinct chill. Those in the room who were familiar with the old man's temper felt the corners of their eyes twitch and a shiver run down their spines. It was obvious the patriarch was on the brink of a thunderous rage.
