Old Mr. Zhao, old but robust, although he was already seventy-five years of age, was still more vigorous than his sons in their fifties.
Even as the Family Head of the Zhao Family, and a prominent figure at the central level of the country, Zhao Tianhua did not dare to breathe too loudly when his father was angry.
Old Mr. Zhao, stamping his cane, swept over his descendants with eagle-like eyes, and finally settled on Zhao Ming.
"Mingming, tell me, why has that third young man of the Lu Family suddenly decided not to continue cooperating with the Zhao Family?"
"Mingming, Mingming doesn't know…"
If you had to ask who Zhao Ming feared the most in the entire Zhao Family, it would be this unremarkable-looking old man before her.
Even though the old man was reasonably fond of her, Zhao Ming felt an indescribable fear around the Family Patriarch.
"Forget it, you may leave."
