"It is literally just a stupid bowl. Is there really any need to make such a massive, dramatic scene out of something so petty?" Jiang Chinan asked, rolling his eyes in irritation.
The moment Jiang Lukang heard those dismissive words coming from his son's mouth, he instantly shot him a terrifyingly cold, venomous glare.
"If one of the servants served you a bowl smeared with someone else's saliva inside, would you still sit there and think it was not a big deal?" Jiang Lukang threw the sharp question right back at his son, his voice dripping with authority.
Hearing his father's booming tone, Jiang Chinan immediately shut his mouth and looked away, not daring to utter another syllable.
