"Master, what are you doing? Yun'er is your own son." Madam Zhong rushed forward to check on her son who had fainted.
"I have no son like him, not only does he infuriate his grandpa, but he also indulges in wrongdoings outside. He wants to anger me to death so he can inherit the family business!"
Old Master Zhong said angrily.
"Humph, with his extravagant lifestyle, I'd rather leave the family business to You'er than give it to him!"
"Master..."
Madam Zhong's tears were streaming down her face due to Old Master Zhong's words.
However, as a woman of the inner courtyard, she dared not argue with her husband. All she could do was swallow her rage, look down at her unconscious son, and see his hand still frenziedly slapping his own face, which frightened her immensely.
"Yun'er, Yun'er, wake up. Don't scare your mother."