He and his Shi Group were currently mired in an unprecedented deadlock. Under normal circumstances, his old man would have already stepped in to mediate.
But why was he standing on the sidelines now, showing no signs of intervening?
If that was the case, all he could do was to visit in person, and inquire about the truth of the matter.
At the Shi Country Villa, Shi Xiuren sat in his study, looking at his son. In just a few days, his son seemed to have aged considerably. The once vibrant man now showed clear signs of aging.
Listening to him recount the recent events in a subdued manner, Shi Xiuren chuckled, "What do you want to know?"
Shi Shouye stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, picked up the cup of August-made wine that he had poured for himself, gulped it down hard, and finally, as if gathering all his courage, asked, "Father, I want to know, did Four Fingers have anything to do with my big brother's accidental death?"
