"They have been coveting the old man's inheritance for many years. Knowing that they will never inherit the Fang Group, they began to hatch plans for his wealth," Fang Zhi said, a mocking expression on his face.
"Their counting might be in vain. Though I haven't seen the old man's will, I understand his temperament."
"Even if he didn't leave it to me, or to his granddaughter-in-law, he'd donate all his wealth before they got a penny."
Observing the retreating figures of the elderly men, Lin Shu realized that appearances can indeed be deceiving.
These old men, who all looked benign, were being consoled by Su Wenjing when he first arrived to the hospital. It seemed they must have been distraught then.
Perhaps they were so adept at feigning grief that it created an illusion of deep bond with Mr. Fang.
