Mu Ziquan wasn't happy about his aunt trying to defend him. Her interference only put him in a more passive position.
He was just considering how to continue the conversation with Lin Yu when he heard the man launch into a self-important speech.
"Grandpa and my cousin aren't mad, so what's my future mother-in-law getting so worked up about? I was just speaking the truth.
I genuinely don't see him making it in the business world. It would be better to have Grandpa contact your old superiors and arrange a cushy, unimportant desk job for my cousin.
After all, my cousin only lost the use of his legs. His brain and hands are fine, so he can still write documents or something."
Lin Yu spoke as if he had Mu Ziquan's best interests at heart, but his actions could only be described as a fate worse than death—designed not just to kill, but to crush the spirit.
He knew Mu Ziquan had fallen from grace, becoming a cripple who was worse off than even an ordinary person.
