Chapter 392 Suyu
The man in the front nodded respectfully, without looking directly at him, and said in a deep voice,
"Master, may I ask, in that car just now..."
"Nothing."
The young man smiled, his tone slow, but there was a sense of oppression that could not be disobeyed or questioned, with a natural high regeneration,
"It was just the vehicle I randomly picked to escape last time I was unlucky. Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard the noise and gotten in the car, right?"
This is not a question.
Just a dangerous, cold warning from someone higher up.
Everyone lowered their heads and lowered their voices to a lower and more respectful tone.
"Yes, sir."
"please."
The young man, wearing light blue jeans, leisurely got into a black car of unknown make on the side of the road with his hands in his pockets.
The car quickly drove away and disappeared on the street.
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Pavilions and towers with profound ancient charm.
As Su Yu stepped into the hall, he was greeted by a green-glazed teacup, which came flying towards him with a sharp sound of wind, but he dodged it by turning his head as expected, and the teacup shattered into pieces on the door with a bang.
The young man stood straight like a bamboo, with a calm expression as he lowered his head and called out,
"grandfather."
The old man sitting on the chair sneered,
"You still have the nerve to call me grandpa? If someone wants to be an actor in the future, do you have the nerve to call me grandpa?"
"Whether you want me to call you that or not, and whether I want to call you that or not, blood ties cannot be severed."
The young man lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a calm and composed tone, neither humble nor arrogant. This answer made the eyes of the others sitting in the hall widen, and they couldn't help but reveal expressions of shock and worry.
The old man was really angry again, and his tone was extremely gloomy.
"What do you mean? Being my grandson is unfair to you, right?"
Amidst everyone's worried gazes, eager to apologize for him, Su Yu smiled.
"This isn't something I can choose, so it's not a question of whether I feel wronged or not."
This is simply a disguised admission of that statement.
The old man inexplicably calmed down, sat on a chair with his cane, and looked at him with a cold face.
"Su Yu, are you determined to disobey me?"
The young man raised his head and looked at him with a faint gaze.
"I didn't think I could either."
Outside the door was the vast lotus pond, the scenery was beautiful, the sky was bright, the young man stood inside the door with his back straight, his tone was as gentle as the breeze,
"I thought I would never find something I liked in my life. I thought I would be like my father, slowly growing up in the model you arranged and becoming the tool you were most satisfied with."
"I've never liked politics, but I used to really like painting."
"But later, even this only hobby of yours was turned into a political tool by you. Now when I see my own paintings, I feel disgusted and dirty."
"I paint for people who truly appreciate them, not to be flattered by your political buddies, whose praise is like a swarm of flies buzzing around fat meat."
"Grandpa," the boy said with a cool voice and calm eyes.
"Didn't my father become a good successor? Why do you still have to hold on to me? What's the point if everyone in the Su family becomes like you, forgetting humanity for the sake of power?"
"I've finally found something I really enjoy doing, and I won't give it up unless you kill me."
As he spoke, the corners of the boy's mouth suddenly curled up.
"But if you want to get rid of me for the sake of the Su family's reputation, don't bury me in the pond. It's too dirty."
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