Lin Zhenghui was going to return to the mountain village, and Shangguan Ranyan didn't stop him. Let him go.
However, during this period, she told Lin Zhenghui not to run around until she had settled the matters here.
The death of Mr. Lin wouldn't affect the development of the group.
Because over a decade ago, he had already handed over the full control of the group to Shangguan Ranyan, his daughter-in-law.
That night.
Many of the elderly who had ties with Mr. Lin received phone calls in the dead of night and then couldn't sleep.
Good friends, old friends, they had been together for decades, and now one had passed away just like that.
"It seems that there will be unrest in the Lin Family. Sigh, just recently, they spent several million yuan on a chicken, and now it's kept in a cage in the corridor. They can't even bear to slaughter it," an elder brewed a pot of tea and went to feed the chicken.
"Dad, should we go to see Mr. Lin for the last time?"
