The dinner ended awkwardly and frustratingly.
Meng Chai and Meng Hai left angrily; even Meng Lingxue's parents would have left, but because their daughter was waiting, they stayed with her.
They looked at the disappointed expression on the old man's face but remained silent.
It wasn't their fault—who would be happy when their father gives his inheritance to an outsider?
Meng Wuchen looked at Meng Yu, then glanced at Meng Lingxue before sighing.
"I know none of you support this old man's decision. But it's something I can't change," the old man said plainly.
The room fell into silence. No one responded, yet the tension lingered like a weight pressing down on their chests.
Long Tian shook his head with a laugh.
He knew the old man was angry about how his sons behaved, so he didn't plan to tell them about the contract he had made with Long Tian's grandfather.
The old man turned to Long Tian and said, "Don't forget about our discussion."
Long Tian nodded.
