OLD MASTER YANG’S OUTBURST

That late evening, Old Master Yang returned home. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with visible agitation and impatience, and the air around him practically vibrated with tension. The corridors echoed with the sound of his brisk, heavy footsteps and the sharp tap of his walking stick. As he entered their grand bedroom, he saw his wife patiently waiting, her face lighting up briefly before concern clouded her features at his expression.

“You! Do you have any idea whom you have offended?” Old Master Yang began, his voice sharp and his eyes burning with frustration. The intensity of his anger filled the room, making the air feel heavy and thick with tension. “Do you even know the background of that vicious woman you found to be with Kendrick?!”