Persuasion

Persuasion

The scene fell into dead silence once more.

If Wang Feifan and Yang Wanjun had gone mad, so be it.

But why was Long Bowen joining in as well?

Could it be that he harbored immense hatred toward this grandfather of his?

That shouldn't have been the case. Old Master Long should have doted on this little bastard grandson of his immensely.

"Wen'er, you... even you..."

Long Qingyuan clutched his chest, his body going limp.

"Dad!"

"Dad!!"

The Long family was scared half to death. On the day of a birthday banquet, they did not want to end up attending a funeral feast.

"Long Bowen, you unfilial son, shut your mouth!" Long Dafu roared.

This son of his was truly going to doom the Long family!

Long Bowen was an old man now.

After being scolded a few times, he clutched his chest too, looking as though he were about to kick the bucket.

"I... I... Ah!!!"

Damn? He had mastered playing the age card? Shen Wuxiao was shocked inwardly.

"Son!" Long Dafu hurried over again and supported his son.

The entire Long family had become a complete joke.

Yang Wanjun and Wang Feifan stared wide-eyed.

Everything that had just happened felt like a dream, like an illusion.

Every eye was fixed on them.

"Old Master Long, none of what happened just now was my intention. Shen Wuxiao was behind it—it was Shen Wuxiao!"

"He has a supernatural ability that controls what people say. Really, what I'm saying is true."

At a time like this, he had to make things clear. Otherwise, he feared he would not leave the Long family alive today.

Even if his master came, there would be little he could say. In outsiders' eyes, Yang Wanjun had simply gone too far.

He had cursed wildly