The car stopped at the gate of the Powell mansion, and Nelson walked straight in.
When the Powell family butler saw him, he hurried forward to greet him. The butler was a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a calm demeanor.
"Master Nelson, are you here?"
Nelson nodded slightly and said, "Where's my grandfather?"
The butler replied respectfully, "Master knows you'd come and is already waiting in the study. Please, this way."
In the study, old master Powell sat cross-legged on the mat, holding a teapot.
"It's you, Nelson. Come and sit down," old master Powell said.
Nelson quickly walked over and sat down angrily opposite his grandfather. "Grandpa, I told you when I first returned from abroad—don't meddle in my affairs! Why did you do this today?"
Nelson's voice was loud, causing old master Powell to frown. "Nelson, mind your behavior."
Hearing this, Nelson felt even more irritable. "Grandpa!"
