"I'm not here for pleasantries," Yunchen replied, throwing the folder onto the glass table. "This is your son's doing. The secret funds, shadow operatives around my company, and all the surveillance, all traced back to Tang Fenghao. I want to see him at this instance!"
Tang Yanshi's eyes flicked to the documents that were scattered on the glass table, but his expression barely changed; he didn't look surprised. "I'm not responsible for every action my son takes. By now, you should know all my sons are independent and they all move on their own! I can't control that! If they mess, it's upon them."
"If I thought so, I wouldn't be here, to do what?" Yunchen nonchalantly responded, his voice lowering, deadly and freezing, did he give a damn? No! They poisoned that tea and targeted his girl who is already fighting for her life in the hospital. "And you know you will be responsible for what happens next."
