“You…you…” Sun Neng pointed at Sun Yu, his fingers trembling with anger, unable to utter a single word.

The father and son, right there in the luxurious living room, right in front of Qin Yang, this ruthless man, acted like two shrewish women, accusing and cursing each other, exposing their most despicable and selfish sides nakedly to the air.

The former harmony between father and son, the former power and authority, have all vanished.

What remains is only the most primal fear, the most despicable self-preservation, and the ugliest aspects of human nature.

They tore at each other, as if trying to drag each other into the abyss, as if doing so would lessen their own sins and fears.

The whole scene was chaotic and unbearable.

The injured security guard was so frightened that he huddled in a corner, not daring to even breathe, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Qin Yang, on the other hand, simply stood there quietly from beginning to end.

He didn't speak, and his expression didn't change at all. His calm, unwavering eyes simply watched the farce unfolding before him, a tale of father and son turning against each other and displaying their ugly side.

His gaze was like that of two ants tearing at each other over scraps, carrying a condescending scrutiny and a hint of... disgust.

The crystal chandelier in the living room was still bright, illuminating the cold luster of the marble floor and the faces of the Sun father and son, twisted with fear and anger, creating an absurd and ironic scene.

Shangguan Wan was sleeping peacefully in the presidential suite of a top-tier hotel several kilometers away, completely unaware of the human farce unfolding within the Sun family. And Qin Yang, the source of all this, had become the sole and most indifferent spectator of this farce.