Hou Xiangyang's anger was beyond words.
Comparisons really could make a man want to die-or throw away everything he owned!
Looking at his son, whose face radiated shrewdness but whose abilities fell far short of his ambitions, then thinking of Zhou Yi, who charmed everyone, made flowers bloom, and could practically make passing cars blow their tires, he wanted to march over and slap him hard.
They were both twenty-nine. How could the gap between them be so damn wide?
"Dad, this isn't Yunfan's fault. It's all my fault. What happened was..." Li Xiaowei summoned her courage and tried to explain.
"Be quiet!" Xu Changying hastily cut off her daughter-in-law's explanation and snapped, "Whatever the reason, do as your father says. Return those shares immediately. Do you hear me?"
Hou Yunfan and Li Xiaowei mumbled their agreement, but inwardly, neither accepted it.
We earned those shares fair and square. Why should we give them back?
Hou Xiangyang waved his son and daughter-in-law away, telling them to get out. Still irritated, he took the tea his wife handed him, blew on it twice, and took a sip.
Through Guan Ruibo and his connections in Capital City, he had already learned the true extent of Song Penghui's situation: "The circumstances are very serious, and the leadership is very angry."
The Discipline Inspection Commission's leaders were inclined to show leniency, while the Song Family and the Yi Family were stepping up their efforts to secure the most lenient treatment possible for Song Penghui.
It was under these circumstances that Song Penghui's younger brother, Song Pengrui, and his wife, Yi Ling, had set their sights on Hou Xiangyang's son and daughter-in-law.
Their aim was simply to use his influence in Capital City to give Song Penghui a strong helping hand.
But cautious as ever,