Listening to Tang Jiayuan's words, Tang Kexing's aged eyes filled with rage, and his walking stick thumped heavily on the ground.
"Tang Jiayuan, you really are an ungrateful wolf. I came here with Wenbin, thinking that if you had any unspeakable difficulties, we could ask Mr. Bai to let you go, take you to America with us. Though I'm not as prominent there as you are, in Chinatown, I'm still someone of status!"
"But far from feeling any remorse, you stand here spouting nonsense. You truly deserve to die. Even if the Tang family you envision becomes the number one family in China one day, so what? In the end, it's not the true foundation of our Tang family. You don't bear the Tang surname, and neither will any of your descendants!"
Although Tang Kexing's voice was not loud, it was deep and sonorous, allowing all the nearby people to hear him clearly.
As Tang Kexing's words faded, every member of the Tang family, including Tang Zhipeng and Tang Qiang, was stunned.
