Zhong Sihan's strides were heavy and sharp as he crossed the gallery's marble floor, his fury pounding like an impending earthquake. The crowd instinctively parted to give him the way, whispering among themselves as they sensed the tension rising in the air.
He stopped in front of Zhong Heng's family, his jaw clenched with rage. "Who told them about the swallows?" His voice was low and dangerous like the onset of a storm.
Zhong Heng frowned, the displeasure clearly evident in his expression. "What are you talking about, Uncle? What swallows?"
"Don't play dumb with me!" Zhong Sihan exclaimed. "You think I wouldn't recognize my own past being thrown onto a canvas for everyone to see? Who gave it away? Was it you, Heng? Or your wife? Or…"
His eyes narrowed dangerously at his brother's wife, Anrui.
Zhong Anrui slightly gritted her teeth and whispered, containing her anger. "What are you on about? Why the hell are you making a scene for everyone to see!"
