9:30 a.m.

Huaxia, Jinghua.

in a villa.

Yue Qingke is urging his father Yue Lincheng not to be impatient, what he wants to do, preferably tomorrow.

"Wait? Do you want to wait? Ha, you know, Lao Tzu, I've been waiting for too long! uuuuuuuuuuu

Yue Lincheng picked up his tea cup and smashed it on the ground. His face was grim and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked terrible.

Fortunately, the living room was covered with a thick carpet. When the tea cup hit it, it just slid far along the carpet.

The residual tea was spilled all over the place, but it was not broken.

"Lincheng, if you have...