"It's just his bad luck."
"Is that so? You would get less sleep if this continues."
"Insolence!" Old Sheng slammed down his brush in fury.
Nonetheless, Third Brother said nothing else. The old man must be convinced that Sheng Xiao's family had nothing and could only watch as Jing Ting was burned down, and certainly did not know that Eighth Brother was the chief of Zhongteng now.
Not to mention that countless mysterious influences in Jianchuan had Sheng Xiao's back.
He would burn down Jing Ting now, would he?
Sure. Just wait for Eight Brother's retaliation.
As such, Third Brother did not continue debating against the old man, and simply went to the garden to calm his poor mood.
Soon, Sheng Kai came to Third Brother and asked him, whose forehead was dripping with sweat. "Why are you angry at Grandfather over the fire at Jing Ting?"
Third Brother said nothing.