Yang Xiong sat over there, looking at his son, feeling a wave of disappointment in his heart. This son! He has no ideas of his own at all; listens to whoever speaks and leans towards whoever he listens to. He has no sense of right and wrong, doesn't know how to fight for things, and doesn't understand how to balance family relationships.
No wonder after so many years in the military, he only reached such a position.
The Yang Family is destined to be just like this, I suppose.
A wave of bleakness swept over his heart—it's all his own fault. He rarely paid attention to the family, giving his granddaughter whatever she wanted, resulting in what she has become.
He said coldly, "Everyone sit down and eat properly. From now on, whoever makes a fuss, just get out. This is my house. Who dares to act high and mighty here besides me? Really have the nerve! I've been too polite to you all, spoiling you so much that you don't know your own limits!"
