"Is there still one person missing?" Mr. Su banged his cane on the ground, creating a loud thud that echoed throughout the empty villa.
"This..." The assistant knew immediately that trouble was brewing, as Mr. Su intended to settle scores with Su Yun’s Team, but... but Su Yun’s Team hadn’t called back yet?
How was he to answer?
"Reporting to the old leader, Su Yun’s Team hasn’t called back."
"Good... really good..." Mr. Su couldn’t help but sneer coldly, sending chills down the spines of the assistant and the housemaid.
"She really is a successful mother, too successful indeed." Mr. Su felt dizzy with anger, but the more this happened, the more he needed to stay calm—he wasn’t dead yet! People dared to treat his granddaughter this way, as if she didn’t matter at all. What would others do if he were really dead?
He guessed that, without needing anyone else, her mother could treat Ningning like a weed, crushing and flattening her at will.
Therefore, Mr. Su felt a strong desire to survive, even reigniting a spark of life in his aged eyes. He had long been resigned to death, always looking forward to joining his late wife.
But now, he must live well. If he died, it wouldn’t just be the decline of the Su Family that mattered, but his granddaughter being bullied—that was the major issue.
The first to arrive was Qin Yue, who, as Su Jiang’s true confidant, was entrusted with many matters not suitable for others to know. Last time, the task of investigating Sheng Ning’s real identity was given to Qin Yue—a clear sign of immense trust.
Upon his arrival, he respectfully greeted Mr. Su.
"Please have a seat over there." Ningning’s true identity was uncovered by this young man, so Mr. Su gave him some face.
"Yes, Leader!" After all, this was a private matter of the Su Family, and Qin Yue did not want to be involved. Moreover, it had been a month since the incident, and only now was Mr. Su finding out about it himself, suggesting the outcome wasn’t good.
If it weren’t for the President’s personal call just now, he would have preferred to stay with the War Wolf Rescue Team.
Soon, Su Hai and Meng Xing followed one after the other into the room. Upon seeing them, Qin Yue secretly swore, ’Damn, the elder is still shrewder,’ as these two must have strategized and aligned their stories before coming in.
"Father, what’s so upsetting you this much?" Su Hai tried to play dumb, "Tell me, and I’ll vent for you."
"It’s you. Think about how you can make me feel better," Mr. Su responded curtly.
"Me? Did I?" Su Hai pointed at himself, feigning innocence. "I’m battling wits daily with those old foxes at the Trade Union Mansion, busy to death." Recently, Su Hai found new pleasures. Previously, in the General Union, a bunch of dimwits who didn’t even know how to speak gently drained his interest in playing mind games.
Now, in the Trade Union Mansion, which was like a vat of dye, where the water was so deep that a slightly shorter person could drown, such a place sparked his fighting spirit and made him feel that life wasn’t so dull anymore.
"Bastard!" Mr. Su didn’t stand up; it was unclear how he managed it, but he threw his cane right at Su Hai.
It was so fast that dodging was hardly possible.
Thus, the atmosphere in the living room instantly tensed up.
Qin Yue no longer dared to sit, hurriedly standing up in a corner to play safe.
"Father, I’m sorry, this was Meng Ping’s fault, and I apologize to you on his behalf." Meng Xing, dressed in sharp clothes with medals gleaming on his shoulders, clearly rushed over from an important meeting, looking harried and hurried.