Huo Wennan hated Lu Chengwen and his lot so much he was going insane!
That little bastard, that dog, that liquor, that... You people call yourselves nobles? Billionaires? Are you even human!?
You took a huge dump in my living room!
Right in the middle of it!
When I got up this morning, I was half-asleep. A corner of the carpet had curled up and tripped me, and I face-planted right into it! It nearly sickened me to death!
Even now, it felt like his respiratory tract still... retained those painful memories.
Huo Wennan slammed his hand onto the table. "Lu Chengwen! Stop talking nonsense! Tell me, did you take a dump in my living room?!"
The Old Woman was nearly enraged to death.
This was a family dinner! A family dinner!
And he was talking about crap and piss while they were eating!?
The Old Woman snapped, "Wennan, sit down! What nonsense are you spouting? Is that the important part? Sit down!"
Huo Wenting found it utterly unbelievable. In this family, at this dining table, no one had ever even mentioned the word "crap."
Yet she had heard it today, and it felt like her ears had been dirtied.
Lu Chengwen turned to look at Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian. Both shook their heads.
Lu Chengwen smiled. "Brother Nan, your... living room has crap in it?"
The Old Woman was furious. "Talk about something else! Something else!"
Huo Yunting asked as well, "Chengwen, what exactly happened last night?"
Lu Chengwen steeled himself. Forget one pile of crap—even if it were a whole heap, I couldn't admit to it!
If I admitted it, how could I ever show my face again?
Without blushing or missing a beat, he said, "An assassin came yesterday. I stayed close to protect Eldest Daughter,