Long Ziran's expression darkened, and he clenched his fists—
"Grandfather just loves to stir the pot!"
"Don't overthink it; just focus on your own tasks, and leave the rest alone."
Long Chengyu furrowed his brow, withdrew his gaze, and continued to examine the documents in his hands.
"How can I ignore it? All signs point to Long Ziheng. I would never believe he's uninvolved, even if it kills me. Otherwise, why would those people not let me be, insisting on pushing Fang Xiao to his death?"
Long Ziran looked at Long Chengyu coldly, "Big brother, you must know something, right? I don't want to go to Europe with Chu Ting; I don't want to cower like a turtle. Isn't that exactly what Long Ziheng wants, to break us down? Not a chance! I'll wait for him right here, see how he plans to deal with me! There's no need to drag Chu Ting into this!"
"Nonsense!"
