Number Nine City.
The meeting room.
The Zhang, Wang, and Ling families had gathered. The Ling family head sat upright in the seat of honor, anger rarely showing on his exceptionally well-maintained face.
Although the three family heads were no more than ten years apart in age, compared with the Ling family head, who looked barely over forty, the other two appeared extremely weathered.
The Zhang family head had been firmly suppressed by the Ling family. If he had not attached himself to the Wang family, he would have been completely swallowed up long ago. Under immense psychological pressure, he had grown older by the day.
As for Wang Qichuan, the Wang family head, he had gone completely gray overnight after losing his eldest son. He now looked like an old man well past sixty.
However, the Wang family head's cooperation with Tingfeng City this time had led to booming sales of their protective suits, and they had made an enormous fortune.
The Ling family head was furious, the Zhang family head was gloating, and Wang Qichuan was smug.
Each of the three had his own thoughts, and even the people beside them held their breath in fear.
In the end, it was the Ling family head who broke the silence. He stared sharply at Wang Qichuan, who was calmly filing his nails with a nail file, and said with a fake smile.
"Who would have thought that Old Wang would be so magnanimous? Jiang You plotted to have the Wang family's eldest son killed back then, yet now you're actually cooperating with her on the protective suits. I wonder how the Wang family's eldest son would feel if he saw this from beyond the grave?"
No one knew how Wang Qichuan had gotten in touch with Jiang You.
But