"What, the Yakov Family doesn't have servants anymore, not even someone to pour a cup of tea?" Sheldon Yale sat down in front of the sofa and started speaking without any courtesy.
His gaze fell upon Chester Yale and the two little darlings sitting on the sofa, his eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed through them.
It left no doubt that, if not for the shares of the Yale Group, he would rather never see them again.
"The rule in the Yakov Family is that to be served tea, one must first be judged on character. With poor character, you won't get tea, not even plain water," Chester Yale, holding Molly, casually played with her.
Seeing Harry playing with building blocks on the sofa, Chester would occasionally reach out to add a block, and the father and son worked together seamlessly.
Soon, they had built a tall tower.
Sheldon Yale's face grew darker as he watched Chester, who completely ignored him.
