The next day, before the board meeting had even started, Shen Siyi was called into his father Shen Anhe's office.
Upon entering, he saw his older brother Shen Siqi sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, and he instantly understood the situation. He first arrogantly raised his head and puffed out his chest before bowing to the desk behind him.
"Dad, what did you want to see me about?"
Shen Anhe's face was expressionless, "Come here."
Shen Siyi walked to the front of the desk.
"Over this side," Shen Anhe signaled beside him.
Shen Siyi moved around, and before he could steady himself, a slap landed heavily on his face.
"You scoundrel! I rarely intervene in your affairs, but now you've grown so bold that you dare to collude with outsiders to defraud your own family company. Do you want to piss me off to death?"
Shen Anhe's voice was stern, his eyes full of disappointment when he looked at him.
