"Pei Zhiyao!"
"Bang!"
After a roar of anger, all that responded to Pei Zhiyao's father was the sound of a door slamming.
Accompanied by a violent echo.
Pei Zhiyao's father's eyes were bloodshot with rage, a belly full of angry words unable to be vented.
He didn't intend to leave.
But as the butler and servants had just returned, the house became more and more lively; Pei Zhiyao's father had no choice but to leave.
Whatever he wanted to say, even if he wanted to, it was no longer convenient.
"Mr. Pei..."
Several servants crowded around, inquiring about Pei Zhiyao's father's condition.
But he just waved his hand and walked towards the front door.
The servants behind him surged forward, watching as Pei Zhiyao's father left.
Yet in the quiet interior of the house, the servants felt immensely awkward.
"Pei..."
"Stop calling."
Someone tried to ask about Pei Zhiyao's situation, but the butler waved his hand to interrupt, cutting the person off mid-sentence.