Seeing the good news, Tang Yi angrily smashed his phone with a despair that was even worse than losing his position as the Young Temple Master.
Song Family Villa.
"Our pharmaceutical factory has been sold! And the buyer is actually my good granddaughter!"
"Haha! Do you want to give Grandpa a hard time?"
Song Degong's face was full of wrinkles, and his expression was no longer serene; it was as though he had aged ten years overnight.
In his hands, he was dramatically holding an invitation. It was the invitation to the inauguration of Bingyun Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.
"This is unbearable! Absolutely unbearable!"
Enraged and embarrassed, Song Degong furiously threw the invitation to the ground.
"Grandpa, what are you doing? If we throw away the invitation, how are we going to get there?"
Song Yu said with a mysterious smile, "Besides, didn't I tell you? I still have an ace up my sleeve."
"Compared to this, what's a pharmaceutical factory?"
