I Really Fucking Want to Take Him Down with a Neck Sweep!

Though he cursed like that, Xie Yuchen was still his own son and the group's vice president. Every move he made concerned the company's reputation and market value.

If they did not deal with this negative news in time, it might cause irreparable losses.

Xie Yongan furrowed his brows and pondered gravely for a long while before snapping, "What are you crying for?! Is that any use?! Send him abroad tomorrow and announce to the public that he's going overseas for further studies."

Mother Xie wiped away her tears. "Yuchen is almost thirty already. Does he still need further studies?"

"What else is he supposed to do? Admit that he faked his academic credentials out of vanity?!" Xie Yongan could not be bothered to explain further. He raised a hand and dialed his eldest son's number.

The other side seemed to have been waiting and picked up at once. "Dad—"

"Tell the PR department to issue an apology statement. Frame everything around his yearning for the law school," Xie Yongan said heavily. "...The inconvenience caused to the public and the public resources he occupied were all his fault. Also, he was indeed impulsive on the phone. He usually had deep feelings for Xie Chen, which was why his words were so extreme!"

At that point, his tone abruptly changed. "I warned you long ago not to let your guard down! Could you just casually say something threatening like that?!"

Xie Yongan narrowed his eyes. "Xie Chen is no longer the Xie Chen he used to be. If you keep treating him like a soft persimmon, the ones who suffer in the end might be our Xie Family!"

"Dad, aren't you overthinking it? It was just a coincidence." Xie Zhenting, who had remained silent until then, could not help but argue