Grandma wouldn't listen to her, and snorted coldly, "If you didn't have a book, what were you planning in the first place? This isn't your own money, so you don't take it seriously."

"Alright, what are you saying!" the second concubine said, feigning a scolding.

"Why can't we talk about it? If the old master had been in charge, this wouldn't have happened. The old master has been with the master in Shanghai for so many years, he knows everyone, and everyone would give him face. With Sixth Brother's temper, plus..."

The old lady finally gave Tang Wan some face, not finishing her sentence, and only snorted coldly, "Isn't this just playing with money?"

"It's my money, I can do whatever I want with it, who has a problem with that!" Lin Qinghai strode in from outside, stood at the entrance of the small living room, and glared angrily at the woman inside.

The women were so frightened that they stood up.

"Each of you has several companies under your control. What does Xiao Liu have? Just a film company, and you're still eyeing it."

The second concubine was startled. She had only said that Tang Wan was in charge of the film company, and Xiao Liu was helping her. How could it have really become Xiao Liu's?

The master was in a bad mood today, and she was afraid that her eldest daughter-in-law would lose face again, so she quickly went to Lin Qinghai, affectionately took his arm, and said reproachfully,

“Look at what you’re saying, sir. When something happens to someone in the family, who wouldn’t be anxious? It’s only when you’re anxious that you think, ‘If only I had done things this way or that way.’ Isn’t that human nature? Look at you, why are you still angry? You’ll frighten the children.”

Lin Qinghai was just giving his eldest daughter-in-law a nudge; he didn't really want to get angry with her. So he went along with his second wife and sat down on the sofa with her.