Mr. Sima rocked back and forth in his rocking chair, looking exceptionally relaxed!
But the prominent veins on his large hands showed that he wasn't in the best of shape!
Wang Yue didn't get straight to the point. He set the small cakes he was holding on the table, then smiled and asked, "Mr. Sima, how are you feeling?"
Pei Qian hadn't noticed anything at all. Instead, he asked curiously,
"Mr. Sima was ill? When did that happen?"
Wang Yue didn't know whether Pei Qian was genuinely clueless or pretending, so he replied irritably,
"Did you think Mr. Sima was the one refusing to pay you back? And as for what his three sons did at your company, they wouldn't have dared if Mr. Sima had been around!"
Pei Qian had guessed that Mr. Sima had been ill, but as far as he was concerned, being ill didn't mean he couldn't talk or give people instructions.
After all, Mr. Sima had assigned so many assistants to the pieces on the board. Surely he had a trusted aide by his side, like a chief steward.
But looking at Mr. Sima now, Pei Qian wasn't so sure. He asked,
"Mr. Sima, were you unconscious for a while?"
Mr. Sima was actually quite frustrated!
He had already kicked Wang Yue out of the game with his unorthodox moves, and everything else was under control. All he had to do was watch the pieces dance around!
But no matter how carefully he guarded against everything, he couldn't guard against his own family. While he was still thinking about his next move, his three foolish sons had made a move against Tengda Games!
When Mr. Sima heard the news, he was so furious that he passed out on the spot. When he woke up, he