The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
The uncle almost saw Lin Tianyu's answer from his stern face and sneered, "Tianyu, such people are not worth your sympathy."
"Does uncle never accept gifts?"
Lin Tianyu was not in a hurry to explain the accountant's family issues and asked indifferently.
The uncle had come with bad intentions today.
With this point seized by him, no matter the reason, he would not sympathise, and Lin Tianyu felt a chill rising in his heart.
Hearing Lin Tianyu's words, the uncle's face changed instantly, and he slammed his hand down on the table, causing the already messy documents to jerk and a few to fall to the floor.
"Lin Tianyu! Is this how you speak to your elders?" the uncle shouted furiously.
It was as if he had been accused of something filthy and was angrily embarrassed.
Lin Tianyu picked up the documents that had fallen on him, glanced at them, and responded nonchalantly, "I'm purely speaking to the issue at hand."
