The entire Song Estate was gripped by tension. Every servant walked on tiptoe, terrified of making a sound and drawing the master's wrath.
Steward Wu, his face battered and bruised, knelt on the floor, trembling. One of his hands had been completely ruined. He dared not utter a single word. The atmosphere was stifling.
After a long while, Wealthy Song calmed down slightly. He sat upright on his rosewood chair, staring down at Steward Wu.
Chapter 48