Leng Shaoqing picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips; the hot tea scalded him, causing him to furrow his brow. Suddenly, he slammed the cup down and yelled in a deep voice, "Someone come here."
Before long, a servant scurried in nervously, "Sir."
"Collect all the belongings inside the house related to the lady and dispose of them," Leng Shaoqing flicked away the newly opened bottle of floral tea on the table. "Do not leave anything behind."
The servant shivered, "Yes, sir."
Leng Shaoqing strode outside, with a face as rigid as stone, frightening the servant to the point of hardly daring to breathe.
He descended the stairs, started the car, and drove aimlessly out of the Leng Family villa.
With the car window down, the cold wind seeped in. Leng Shaoqing, wearing only a shirt, was swiftly chilled to the bone by the wind, yet he seemed unfazed as he drove even faster.
