Wen Liangyu suddenly stood up with such force that he knocked over the bowls and chopsticks on the table in front of him. The chair was pushed back, making an unpleasant noise on the floor, signaling his dissatisfaction and anger!
The wrath of the Old Patriarch Wen was indeed not something that ordinary people could bear.
"What a fool I am to be in such good health at this old age! I'm not dead yet! Otherwise, if I saw such unworthy descendants, I wouldn't be able to rest in peace even beneath the nine springs!"
"Ah Nian, having someone with no connection to you take the Wen surname, and doing so without consulting grandfather or dad, really is going a bit too far."
Xiao Ziyan could already sense that Wen Liangyu's feelings were beyond simple anger and irritation.
The air in the entire hall was thick as if it were a battlefield.
