Zhao Shu seethed with anger. True, he lacked parents, but his wealth and vast network of subordinates should have deterred any notion of bullying him. What arrogance led these individuals to believe he was an easy target, free for exploitation?
Mrs. Lu, the patriarch's wife, and even a rural girl embodied this audacity!
Unexpectedly, Shao Xiaozhi's words ignited Zhao Shu's emotions.
"Let her speak," Taotao gently intervened, tugging at Zhao Shu's sleeve. Though her tone was soft, it carried an icy edge. "She's here now. She won't relent until she's made her intentions clear."
Observing Taotao's understanding, Zhao Shu's demeanor softened. No longer rushed, he nodded, conceding, "Very well."
