Zhao Xun did not care about Matthew's words, his face still very grim, showing that Zhao Qing had truly angered him.
In the Zhao Family, everyone, even a dog, had to serve him, even at the cost of their lives. Today, the one he thought most reliable had actually bitten him.
"What are you planning to do? Give him another chance, as he's your son after all," Matthew said.
Zhao Xun's mouth curled into a sneer, "Just knowing a little bit and thinking he has everything under control, I can produce many of such quality, living with such a long life is boring anyway. I will turn him into nourishment; after all, I've raised him for so many years and his quality is decent. To make full use of him, it's best to wait until after the Four Nations Tournament to reap the benefits."
