Just as the conversation between the two deepened, the man's phone suddenly vibrated, shattering their peaceful dialogue.
His assistant conveyed a message on the other end of the phone. Though the details were unclear, by Pei Tianxiong's reaction, it was obviously not good news.
Pei Tianxiong's expression changed dramatically, the calmness in his bearing replaced by rage.
His voice, suppressing anger yet still trembling, said, "That unfilial son, how dare he do such a thing!"
His fists clenched, the veins on his hands exposing the fury within.
Flames seemed to burn in his eyes as he stood up and walked heavily back and forth in his office, each step as if repressing the fire inside.
Lin Ruoyun rose gently, her skirt swaying lightly with the movement, her steps elegantly approaching the furious Pei Tianxiong.
Her hand tenderly rested on his shoulder, an embodiment of feminine gentleness. Her voice was low and filled with emotion, "Tianxiong, calm down a bit."
