West Street
As soon as Xiao Jue entered the main hall, he started to throw a tantrum.
"Father, Mother, how could you agree to this? If Third isn't my real brother, then what will we do in the future?"
Xiao Jue was truly angry. After he found out about this, he was furious, and with Mrs. Zhao stirring things up in front of him, he couldn't hold back and came to vent his anger on the Old Master.
The Old Master and Old Madam already felt quite bad, and now, being scolded by the son they valued most, they felt even more upset.
"Do you think we wanted this?"
The Old Master couldn't help but scold Xiao Jue: "If it weren't for the shameful things you brothers did, would this have happened to Third? I am his father, and no matter what, it doesn't matter to me, but as for you..."
