Chu Dazhuang was at a loss for words.
He had originally thought about bringing Wu Ming to the Tang Corporation and directly confronting the Tang Family.
But he had not expected that while he was desperately reaching out for help, his home was being stolen.
Startled, Chu Dazhuang was completely dumbfounded by the statement of the elderly Mr. Tang standing before him.
If what Elder Tang had said was true, what was the meaning and purpose of his visit?
In front of him, Elder Tang, seeing the astonished look on Chu Dazhuang's face, chuckled softly.
"Do you think that I look down on Xiaoming, just giving him a shop to manage for fun, without involving him in the family enterprise?"
Chu Dazhuang nodded blankly.
Right, isn't that the case?
"Actually, it's not like that," said the old gentleman after a pause, opening his mouth to speak softly with a smile.
"Xiaoming is my son, how could I not care for him? If I truly neglected him, what would he do after I pass away?"
