Chapter 552: Birthday Gift_1

Shen Jingya, where she couldn't discern his intent, glared at him venomously, and in a fit of rage, hurled the cup in her hand at him.

Shen Junhao dodged to the side; the cup smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.

Glass fragments gouged out a wound on his cheek, and fresh blood oozed from the torn flesh.

The room plunged into silence all of a sudden.

Shen Jingya's heart skipped a beat; their mother had died early, and she only had this younger brother as her sole family member.

"Junhao..."

"Sis, your temper really is getting more explosive. I wonder if you could be this defiant when facing dad," he said, not angry but speaking in his usual sarcastic tone.

Shen Junhao touched the blood on his face and, before leaving, paused and added, "By the way, I came to tell you that Old Sir Lu's eightieth birthday celebration is coming up. Remember to prepare for it."