Leaning over the table and consciously trying to lower her own presence, Mei Mu subconsciously tightened the chopsticks in her hand.
The elderly lady was the first to slap the table in dissatisfaction. "I'm not dead yet. Even if your father can't handle it, I'll take care of it. It's not up to you!"
"Granny!" Mei Mu hurriedly held the elderly lady's hand, indicating for her to stop talking.
Mei Shu got up, tidied up his clothes, carried his bag, and said with a smile, "I'm not negotiating. I'm giving an order. You don't have to decide my family's matters. As long as you stay at home and enjoy your retirement, I have no grudge against you. I won't shortchange you."
"Hey, you!"
The elderly lady was speechless and could only watch Mei Shu leave with her bag on her back.
Mei Feng and Mei Jing secretly looked at each other, unable to hide their smug smiles.
After Mei Shu left, the elderly lady dared to throw a tantrum at Butler Zhao.
