Xuanyuan Hengyi's face turned ashen.
He stood on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes chillingly cold, glaring at Xuanyuan Yusheng, and shouted furiously, "In your eyes, do I still count as your father?"
The same question, Xuanyuan Hengyi asked for the second time.
Xuanyuan Yusheng raised his head, expressionless, gazing at Xuanyuan Hengyi.
He said nothing.
To Xuanyuan Hengyi's questioning, he chose silence.
"I'm asking you a question."
Xuanyuan Hengyi, consumed with anger, spoke harshly.
He clenched his fingers, the wine glass in his hand creaking.
Yet Xuanyuan Yusheng remained silent.
To him, saying nothing was the best answer.
"Are you mute?"
Xuanyuan Hengyi was furious to the extreme, hurling the wine glass towards the first floor with all his might.
"Bang!"
The wine glass shattered on the ground, making a crisp sound, the glass shards scattering.
"I love her, I want to be with her."
Finally, after a long silence, Xuanyuan Yusheng spoke.
