Originally planning to cause trouble, but in the end, he could only swallow his pride and bow his head.
Old Sir Cheng angrily noted down this account.
"Second Uncle, are you leaving already?"
"Yes!"
Old Sir Cheng had a grim face, snorting a yes from his nose, and then walked out without looking back.
Cheng Shihuai watched his back and finally let out a sigh of relief, walking up to Mr. Cheng.
"Third Uncle, let me take you upstairs."
"Hmm."
Mr. Cheng nodded, signaling Jiang An behind him not to help, letting Cheng Shihuai take over his place.
The will turmoil came to an end just like that.
The people left in the hall also started to establish connections, and those who were originally fence-sitters began to take sides.
On the other side, Old Sir Cheng got back into the car and casually picked up a cushion and threw it out!
"Sir, are we just leaving it at that?"
The assistant sitting in the front passenger seat turned around and asked.
"Leave it? Impossible!"
