"Jiye truly is a fine son. Of all my children, he's the most like me." Gao Shanhe did not answer directly, choosing instead to praise Gao Jiye.
Gao Jiye walked over with worry written all over his face and took his father's hand. "Dad, are you feeling better? You've been recuperating without seeing anyone all this time. I've been worried sick."
"Heh heh heh..." Gao Shanhe smiled affectionately and patted Gao Jiye's hand. "Good boy, I'm much better. Cough, cough, cough..."
He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, a flush rising on his gaunt face.
"Dad, are you all right?!" Gao Jiye blanched and hurriedly patted Gao Shanhe's back to help him catch his breath.
"I'm... I'm fine. I just need a little rest." Gao Shanhe took a couple of breaths. "Jiye, take Lieutenant General Mo inside and have a seat. I'll join you after I've rested a bit. Qian."
He called for Steward Qian, who immediately understood and slowly wheeled him away.
Watching Gao Shanhe leave, Lieutenant General Mo curled his lips into a cold sneer. "That old fox."
He turned toward Gao Jiye, whose face now showed not a trace of worry, only a lingering gloom.
"Jiye, it seems your father doesn't intend to pass the presidency to you. He's probably planning to give it to that bastard son."
Gao Jiye said darkly, "Now that you're here, what right does that bastard have to inherit the presidency? The only person who poses a threat to me now is my eldest sister.
Godfather, are you confident you can deal with Lord Ten Thousand Woods?"
Mo Chen grinned, his smile rough and his eyes full of disdain. "In Ten Thousand Woods, I might not be able to do much to him. But if he comes out, heh..."
"B-Brother