Chen Wei, just as Liu Meng had stepped into the elevator, Wu Tianlu had Yang Anlin take out the cell phone to call Grandpa.
"I'm at the foot of your company's building right now!" Grandpa Wu Chengzun's angry voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Grandpa, I, I was beaten, sob sob sob, my hand is broken! I've become disabled!" Wu Tianlu said with a mix of tears and snot.
Having grown up with a silver spoon, accustomed to luxury and privilege, he had never experienced such pain before. Tears streamed down his face, feeling life was too painful to bear.
"What! What in the world happened? I'll be right there!" Wu Chengzun had lost his son years before, leaving only Wu Tianlu, his sole grandson. Although the boy was mischievous, he was, after all, the last bloodline of the Wu family. Hearing that he was hurt, Wu Chengzun's worry overshadowed everything else.
At his age, he certainly didn't want to lose his lineage!
