"That's enough." Old Master Ruan slammed the table. Everyone fell silent. Gu Zhaoming and Ruan Zhihao, who had been at daggers drawn, sat back down.
The butler called the maid over to clean up the dining table.
Old Master Ruan stood up with Ruan Chu's help. He looked like he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. He called the butler over and instructed, "Go and get the things in my safe."
A few minutes later, in the Ruan family's living room, everyone sat on the sofa obediently.
Ruan Zhihao also sobered up a little. Thinking of what he had said when he was drunk, he felt a little guilty.
But now, he was more concerned about the things in the old man's hands.
The Ruan family had a big business and they were an elite family in Jin City. The Ruan Corporation was worth billions. The business shares were a major part of Old Master Ruan's assets.
