Hao Jian's mother too deeply sighed and said nothing.
Upon hearing this, Baili Zhan, who had been tilting his head back to drink, also stopped and squinted his eyes at the old man, "Grandfather, are you joking? I'm just a drunkard, what can I do?"
"Yes, Grandfather, he's just a drunkard. Aside from indulging in eating, drinking, and merrymaking every day, what else can he do? Asking him to get the company back from Hao Jian is completely impossible. If the Baili family relies on a drunkard for support, people will laugh and say that the Baili family has no one else."
Baili Yuntian hurriedly spoke, how could he possibly allow Baili Zhan to rise from the ashes.
When Baili Zhan had been in his prime, the entire clan had respected him; he was almost predestined to be the future heir of the family. Now, having finally changed the situation in his favor, if he allowed Baili Zhan to regain his old influence, how could he continue to compete with him?
