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Xiang Family House.

In the large kitchen, several servants gathered together to chat about gossip and gossip.

The elderly servant looked around and lowered his voice, "That's right, it's already on TV. The newspapers are full of it too. The rumors are flying everywhere. You all didn't see it?"

Another servant agreed, "I know, the higher ups even said that the CEO of Muller's's wife entered the hospital because of our second young master's injury."

"Then what is the relationship between the Second Young Master and the CEO's wife?" The other servant looked curious.

The butler walked into the kitchen and pointed at them with a serious face, shouting loudly, "Hurry up and work, there's time to talk about this mess here. The old gramps should quickly come and be serious, don't rub any sand in your eyes, be careful or the old gramps will let you pack up and go home."

"Cough! Cough!" A few coughs could be heard coming from the living room.

When the servants heard Xiang Zetian's cough, they could not help but be shocked.

The butler turned around and glared at them all before turning around and carrying a plate of fruits to the living room.

Xiang Zetian was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, holding a newspaper in his hands.

"Old master, why are you coughing again?"

The butler placed the fruit plate down and poured a cup of water for Xiang Zetian.

"Go, call the second young master, tell him to hurry back immediately." Xiang Zetian threw the newspaper in his hand onto the tea table, anger mixed in his voice.

"Yes, master."

At the top floor of the Xiang Group, Xiang Yu's office.

At the moment, Xiang Yu was busy dealing with some matters, when knocking sounds came from the door.

"Come in." Xiang Yu continued to handle the matters with his head down.

"Item Total, the housekeeper called. When are you going back for today's family dinner?"

The assistant spoke indifferently.

Xiang Yu stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at his watch, "Alright, I understand."

He rubbed his eyes and grabbed the coat on the swivel chair. There was a trace of fatigue in his voice.

"Let's go."

Inside Xiang's old dwelling, in a large living room, a table large enough to fit twenty people was filled with all sorts of food.

Old Gramps Xiang Zetian sat on it.

On the left and right were Xiang Yu and Xiang Ming, and beside them were Pan Xiaohong.

The atmosphere was unexplainable and oppressive, all of them sat at the dining table without taking their chopsticks from, who had a stern expression.

The atmosphere at the dining table was terrifyingly oppressive.

Xiang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile. This kind of scene would usually happen during meals in the past, and everyone would be accustomed to it.

This house was not like home. Eating was not like eating. This was the reason why he didn't want to go home.

"Before the meal, tell me about your current work, whether it's good or bad."

Xiang Zetian glanced at Xiang Ming, who still had a sloppy appearance, without the sharpness that a mall would have.

"Dad, don't you know me? With your second son in the company, there's no need for me. I'm just hanging up my name."

Xiang Mo said self-deprecatingly, and his eyes looked at Xiang Yu who was facing him, and the hand under the table unconsciously tightened.

"I didn't call you to the company for you to play. The company doesn't support idle people. Think about it clearly."

Xiang Mo looked at his father, and then at Xiang Yu, and his face darkened even more.

Xiang Zetian glanced at Xiang Ming, and then shifted his gaze to Xiang Yu.

"Dad, everything is normal in the company, you don't have to worry."

The corner of Xiang Yu's mouth kept on smiling, and when he looked at his father Xiang Zetian, he did not feel the slightest bit of warmth, as an invisible sense of distance was felt between the two of them.

After Xiang Zetian finished listening to what Xiang Yu said, his pair of deep eyes dimmed even more.

"Old Xiang, the children are all hungry. Don't be like this, let the children eat first …" Pan Xiaohong's gentle voice sounded, persuading the angry Xiang Zetian.

Xiang Zetian looked at Pan Xiaohong and picked up the chopsticks on the table first.

"Eat."

Pan Xiaohong smiled as she tried to smooth things over.

However, the few people in the seats each had their own thoughts, so no one had much to eat.

"Xiang Yu, I will wait for you in the study room."

Xiang Zetian didn't eat much and immediately put down his chopsticks. With a stern tone, he returned to the study room.

In the study room, Xiang Zetian was sitting in front of a desk.

With a solemn face, he waited for his son to arrive.

He originally thought that his youngest son would trust him, so he handed the company over to him without any worries. In the end, it seemed like it was really not satisfactory at all!

"You're here." Xiang Zetian put down the Xiang performance report and data sheet in his hands and looked at Xiang Yu.

He had always been proud of this son of his. With the company in his hands, he could rest assured. However, he was unable to truly enter his son's heart. Other than work, there seemed to be no other topic between them.

"Dad, you were looking for me." Xiang Yu knocked on the door and entered.

Xiang Zetian pointed to the sofa at the side, and indicated for Xiang Yu to sit.

"Do you know why I called you here? I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation. " Xiang Zetian took out the piece of newspaper and threw it at Xiang Yu who was sitting on the sofa.

Xiang Yu picked up the newspaper and glanced through it indifferently. His face was calm, and he did not explain in a hurry.

"Dad, this is my private matter, I hope you won't interfere."

Xiang Zetian stood up, smacked the table with a sound, and said with a face full of rage: "Personal matters? I want you to take care of your personal affairs, instead of making them known to the public. "

"Dad, what is this? To be so angry. "

Xiang Mo pushed the door open and walked in, still wearing the same standing smile.

"Dad, even if he did something wrong, you have to take care of your body. After all, your body is the most important thing. That's what you said, Second Brother. "

Xiang Mo walked over and helped Xiang Zetian sit down, then turned and looked at Xiang Yu provocatively.

"Dad, calm down, I believe that Xiao Yu did not mean to make you angry, please calm down."

Xiang Mi patted Xiang Zetian's shoulders, and looked at Xiang Yu in front of him with an ice-cold gaze.

"This is between me and Dad." Xiang Yu stressed the tone of his words, his face showing neither joy nor worry, but gave Xiang Mo a kind of pressure.

"Xiang Mo, you go out first, I have a few words with Xiang Yu."

Xiang Zetian took a deep breath and looked at Xiang Yu.

How could Xiang Zetian not see the secret behind his two sons? He had only intentionally kept his word, that all this while, he had been owing Xiang Yu too much.