Even Qi Mo, known for his good temper, turned grim upon hearing those words.
Tang Ke said coldly, "While the eight great families look out for each other, it is still not the place for others to meddle in the affairs of the Tang Family."
"It's certainly not the place for some ancient ancestor who has been dead for God knows how long!"
After the phone was hung up, Qi Mo shook his head in resignation.
Indeed, he was an illegitimate child, unaware of the true secrets of the eight great families.
*
The traditional Chinese garden villa of the Duan Family basked in the early morning sunshine.
Duan Feihan had gone to the company for work, and Duan Xingye had long since gone to school, leaving the villa silent and empty.
The old master of the Duan Family sat leisurely in front of the artificial lake in the garden, fishing contentedly.
Ever since his recovery from cancer, the old man's days were spent increasingly in pursuit of health and well-being.
