"Chairman Shen."
Xiao Ming interrupted Shen Anhe, "How you choose to discipline your son is up to you, but I have neither the time nor the interest to watch your revolting father-son performance."
Shen Anhe was furious, "Xiao Ming, I warn you, don't push people too far!"
Xiao Ming laughed derisively, "Alright then! Since you think I'm picking on you, I might as well really go too far today.
Old Shen, try standing your ground and not signing the agreement, you might even earn a glance of respect from me."
Shen Anhe's face immediately flushed red, he struggled for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table again.
"Ungrateful son, what are you waiting for? Come here and sign!"
Shen Siqi stepped forward, picked up the agreement on the table, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but turn around, glare at Xiao Ming, and grit his teeth, "That bastard Shen Siyi is still coveting my shares, he really is never satisfied!"
"Ha!"
