"Dad ... It's ... The company's ... Business ..."
Elder Lu's aged eyes suddenly turned frighteningly cold. He still didn't say a word and merely raised his hand.
Lu Xiangdong wanted to hang up the phone as soon as possible, but he did not dare to. He felt like he was about to die. He was about to be cruel to Yu Mengyin. This woman, she would not be satisfied until she killed him, would she?
Under elder Lu's strong pressure, Lu Xiangdong's hand uncontrollably slowly placed the phone in his palm.
The first thing elder Lu did when he received the phone was to put it on speaker. In an instant, Yu Mengyin's sobbing could be heard between the father and son.
