Xia Chu was secretly struggling.
Huo Xiyao coldly spoke up, "Regardless of whether we forgive him or not, he's already decided to fulfill his filial duties and then discuss anything else. Why did he send you here, if not to seek our opinion but just to notify us and irritate us once again?"
"It's Chinese New Year, can't he stop being so disgusting? Or has being disgusting become his nature over the years, as natural as eating and drinking? I don't want to see you again, nor do I want to hear anything about him unless it's news of his death! Get out!"
Secretary Hu's face was full of distress, "Mr. Huo, please calm down. I knew you would be angry, so I originally suggested notifying Mrs. Huo through email or phone. But the chief said that informing you in person is the most basic courtesy... He really didn't mean to upset you."
"Can you not be so biased against the chief, always thinking he's acting with malice? He's quite old now, in poor health, and it's not easy for him..."
