An older man with a stick in his right hand appears to be strolling towards a room where his grandson has been there.
[Sound the door open]
The older man opened the door slowly.
"So, this is how you behaved when I left," said the old man as he spread his gaze over the room.
The young man who was about to slam his wine bottle back immediately gasped to find a figure that could be said to be scary to him.
"Grand ...- grandpa ??! said the young man.
The beating heart and the roar of his breath were now faster than before.
That is what he avoided.
'Ugh, what if Grandpa finds out—'
The young man had not had time to finish everything he was thinking, a stern and cold voice now clearly heard in his ears.
"What are you doing with my company? Money Laundry? Where is the money from, and where is the money now?" Said the older man, staring closely at his grandson, waiting for the answer from his mouth.
The young man swallows his saliva roughly.
What should I say?
