Not long after Nian Junting returned to his office, he got a call from Murong Cheng.
"What is this about?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Hearing his words, Murong Cheng felt so annoyed. Nian Junting was her son, but he had always been so different from her. The older he got, the harder she could control him.
"Your grand-aunt called me crying on the phone. She told me that you don't respect her family. She's my aunt after all. Are you aware of that you've put me in a difficult and embarrassing situation?"
"They didn't admit to what Ye Chuen did. But since they've talked to Grandpa, I assume you know that already," said Nian Junting blandly. "When I was a child, didn't you tell me that we couldn't take advantage of our wealth to bully others? I've always been a self-disciplined person—what did they do?"
