Ms. Zhao dared not say a word and kept her head down to eat, her eyes rolling non-stop, not knowing what strange ideas she was brewing.
Elder Mr. Di sensed something wrong, put down his bowl with a snap, picked up his pipe and forcefully knocked it a few times against the edge of the table, clearing his throat loudly.
"Third Child has had a tough life since childhood, never having tasted his mother's milk. It was Hongyuan who raised him by feeding him rice paste. Later he separated from the family and lived on his own when he was still very young. I, as his father, couldn't offer any help, even holding him back. Now that his wife is ill, it's a good opportunity for him to take some action. We cannot be estranged from him. After all, he too is a part of my Di family's lineage."
Having said this, Elder Mr. Di swept a glance at everyone present. The implication of his stern gaze was apparent.
This was undoubtedly hinting to everyone about his final decision!
