The atmosphere in the Jing Family villa's living room was like the oppressive tension before a storm.
Jing Taicheng looked at the image on Lin Wei's phone, his eyes gradually narrowing.
He raised his head to meet Lin Wei's gaze, and said coldly, "Where did you get this photo?"
Lin Wei felt guilty after all.
He avoided eye contact with his grandfather and said in a deep voice, "That's not the point. The point is, you met with that lunatic, didn't you?"
Jing Taicheng harshly threw a teacup from the coffee table onto the ground.
Lin Wei was startled, and when he looked up again, he was met with his grandfather's furious face.
Jing Taicheng's old face instantly turned a deep color as he said angrily, "What? Are you going to send me away for that lowly girl?"
Lin Wei suddenly couldn't find any words to say.
He had hurried back, filled with anger and shock the entire way, without seriously considering anything else.
