Murong Ze's face turned ashen gray.
Nian Junting frowned. "I'm not joking. I mean what I say; from now on, I don't want you pestering me with this matter. Even if you play dirty tricks behind my back, you're my grandparents, and I understand the virtue of filial piety, so I have no choice. No matter how burdensome, useless, and nasty you are, you are family, but I can choose to distance myself from you."
"Junting, we may be in the wrong, but we're still family." Murong Cheng was deeply troubled. "Don't say these things. The Zhong Zhou Group will be yours one day."
Nian Junting said plainly, "With such a huge company, I'm sure your nephews and nieces will be fighting for a piece of the pie. Otherwise, since you listen to Grandma so much, you can give it to her niece, Kang Ying, or Ye Chuen. I don't care. Just stop pestering me."
"You… how dare you say these things." Murong Ze trembled in anger.
