Feng Zhenghui's eyes narrowed. "And what of Tang Xue Mei? How do you plan to handle her newfound power?"
Feng Shiyan hesitated before answering. "She's family now, Grandfather. We need to respect brother Han's wishes. It will show our dedication to his legacy. Besides sister-in-law hasn't stepped into the company since Brother Han left, she left it all to me."
The old man stood slowly, walking to a nearby cabinet. He poured two glasses of baijiu, offering one to Feng Shiyan. "You're playing a dangerous game, boy. Remember, in business and in life, sentiment can be a fatal weakness."
As Feng Shiyan accepted the drink, he couldn't shake the feeling that this uneasiness he was feeling.
"If you're not going to help, I'll be taking my leave now.."
"Wait, I'm still hurting boy...stay a while and have a drink with your old grandpa here. I'm getting older, you don't have to worry about seeing me all the time.."
