In a fit of rage, Mr. Shen made numerous phone calls to Shen Jue, but Shen Jue only returned to Shen Manor now.
As he entered, the butler looked at Shen Jue's indifferent expression and couldn't help but sigh, "Young Master, the master is very angry about what you did."
"That's perfect, I'm equally angry about this truth."
Shen Jue chuckled, unafraid, and entered the house in his wheelchair.
Mr. Shen and Old Madam Shen were sitting in the living room waiting, but Shen Xingwei was not present.
"Master, the young master has arrived," the butler announced, observing the master's expression before retreating helplessly.
Shen Jue wheeled himself into the room, stopping two steps away from the couple. He paused but remained silent.
Mr. Shen slowly looked up at Shen Jue, and in his fury, grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Shen Jue.
Shen Jue did not dodge, taking the hit directly.
The ashtray struck his forehead and then fell to the ground.
