NERO, who was about to hand some documents to his father, suddenly felt annoyed.
He didn't know what happened to him, but he accidentally used some force when he placed the documents on the table. As a result, his father's office table broke into two. But as expected of the strongest man on the continent, the emperor didn't even flinch.
"Are you dissatisfied to be working with me on a weekend where you could have gone out with Hanna on a date?" his father asked calmly. "Let's use words, Nero. The palace might collapse if you act violently every time you throw a tantrum."
"It's not like that, Father. I'm not throwing a tantrum," Nero denied, frowning because he felt offended that his father treated him like a child who couldn't control his temper. "I just suddenly felt annoyed."
His father leaned against the back of the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Come to think of it, I feel the same. I should check on Mona and Neoma."
