Lu Sirong pursed her lips, turning her head to look at the old patriarch, "Grandfather, the Yu and Lu families are in-laws, and Yu Chiyin suddenly turning his back so heartlessly—I don't believe that Grandfather Yu would allow him to make such a fuss either!"
"There's still room for maneuver in this matter; Dad, don't be so anxious, let's listen to Grandfather."
Lu Sirong couldn't publicly contradict Lu Zhengyuan, so she could only pass the dilemma of choice over to the old patriarch.
She hoped that the old patriarch would speak a fair word.
A word that would put her at ease.
The old patriarch seriously reviewed the funds Lu Zhengyuan had borrowed from the Yu Family over the years under the guise of cooperation, and upon rough calculation, it amounted to as much as two billion.
Such a huge sum of money, if really charged with business extortion, would likely mean Lu Zhengyuan would spend the second half of his life behind bars.
