With a "snap", Jiang Zhao Yuan's purple clay teapot shattered on the ground.
His face turned ashen, and he made to leave.
The few people on the stage froze in place, and Jiang Mingyu, who regained his senses, timidly called out, "Dad."
Jiang Zhao Yuan stopped in his tracks and looked at him coldly, "You still know to call me dad? I thought you'd forgotten about this family a long time ago. There are outsiders in the house now, and I don't want to argue with you. You can go back to where you came from."
Jiang Mingyu glanced at Shen Lan sitting in the audience and quickly followed his father.
"Dad..."
He was about to kneel down when Jiang Li quickly stepped forward to support him.
Jiang Zhao Yuan was still furious and pointed at him, "Why are you holding him up? Let him kneel!"
"Grandpa," Jiang Li began to speak, "please let Second Uncle finish speaking. His return hasn't been easy, and he almost died out there."
