Neither Old master Situ nor Situ Mu Yan said anything as they sat in the living room of the small house. Old master Situ was sitting upright and properly with his back straight and a cane in his hands as he glared at his son who was leaning on the couch while his eyes were closed, he did not even look the slightest interested in everything that was going around him.
But Old master Situ did not know that Situ Mu Yan was actually very tensed within his cool facade, he would have never allowed that woman to get close to him if he was not dragged here but he knew that if he did not release this sudden desire to inflict pain and hear the cries of others, he would not be able to sit still without exploding.