"Have you lost your mind?"
Yang Mocheng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the young man sitting before him.
As the current head of the Yang Family in Tianmen, after years of keeping a low profile, the family's influence had somewhat revived to its former glory.
Even so, there weren't many in the streets of Tianmen who had heard of Yang Mocheng's name.
Only a few noble families or people in the upper echelons of society knew about his identity.
After painstakingly managing for decades, witnessing the changing of dynasties and the emergence of another era of prosperity, just as the Yang Family was gearing up to rise, this relative, who had just returned from overseas, almost sunk the entire Yang Family into the abyss after a mere stroll through the streets.
The phone on the desk hadn't rung yet, but each minute of waiting was an intangible torment for Yang Mocheng.
"Didn't I tell you to keep a low profile, to be a bit more discreet!"
