"I'm telling you this because I want to discuss solutions with you," Phoenix bit her teeth, her tone firm, "No matter what, I will protect you all."
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Zhong Daolong held a large cigar in his mouth, his entire face obscured by the thick smoke, making it impossible to discern his emotions at the moment.
"Publicly tearing each other apart? Everyone's growing bold wings? Do they think I'm dead?"
Chen Fenglei hunched over, offering a smile, "Maybe it's just a little temper tantrum among the young people, it'll pass after a while."
"Just a little temper tantrum? Do you think it's Zhong Tianque or Zhong Tianyi who's throwing a temper tantrum? Are they the kind to do that?"
"..."
Silence.
He dared not answer that question.
No matter whose ears it reached, it wouldn't bode well for him.
Servants remain servants, where do they dare to meddle in their master's family affairs?
