As soon as he said that, everyone present, except for Old Master Zhuang and the butler, was not surprised. Everyone else had a puzzled expression on their faces.
What adoption? What ingrate? He wasn't Old Master Zhuang's biological son?
Old Master Zhuang sat on the sofa and sighed. "Seventh Uncle, what's the point of saying all this now?"
"What's the use?" The Seventh Elder walked to the coffee table with his walking stick and pointed at Third Uncle Zhuang with his walking stick. "Such a heartless ingrate can be punished however he wants. You don't have to hide it for him. Just send him to prison for life."
Old Master Zhuang was a kind person. Otherwise, he would not have adopted Third Uncle Zhuang when everyone was against it. However, his kindness had harmed his eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law, and almost killed his most beloved grandson.
