"So with that said, we can confirm that Han Lina stealing the contract from the archives was instigated by Sheng Siyuan,"
In an elegantly tranquil academy, an old man with white hair and beard was waving a wolf-hair brush in front of a writing desk.
His brush strokes were strong and vigorous, much like his aged eyes which, though cloudy, still sparkled with a sharp light upon hearing this news.
The middle-aged man standing behind him immediately nodded, "Yes."
A sharpness flashed through the old man's eyes.
"Since that is the case, there's no need to hesitate. If he gets his hands on the contract, he will soon find the loophole that deceived Sheng Huang years ago. When that happens, none of us old fossils will be able to escape!"
"What do you mean?"
"While the contract is still in our hands, we must step forward as the true major shareholders and strip Sheng Siyuan of his heir status!"
The old man spoke with a ruthless tone.
