Xie Jingcheng frowned: "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Jingcheng pulled out his father's WeChat.
He only sent two words.
Xie Jingcheng: [Come here]
Hsieh Yu-lin: [Do you know what you're saying? "Angry little yellow face"]
Xie Yulin stared at his phone for a long time, but there was no reply.
Mr. Xie was furious.
"Rebellious son!"
When Xie Jingcheng returned to the Xie residence, Xie Yulin was already waiting in the living room, his brows furrowed and his expression unfriendly; his usual refined demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
What tone were you using towards me?
Xie Yulin said in a deep voice.
He stared intently at the aloof young man before him, and for the first time in over a decade, he was shocked to realize that he didn't understand his son at all.
Based solely on his secretary's reports, he was a typical spoiled brat who got into fights, skipped classes, and had terrible grades.
He never dreamed that the good-for-nothing son he saw as a failure was actually the low-profile financial upstart, an investment genius with numerous businesses, and even the one who acquired Xie's scattered stocks.
With the 15% stake transferred to him by Meng Lan, Xie Jingcheng effectively ousted his father and became the largest director.
Xie Yulin was furious and enraged, his chest heaving.
Xie Jingcheng ignored his questioning, changed his shoes in the entryway, and said indifferently without looking up, "If you don't want to be the president, someone else will be eager to take the job."
Xie Yulin's face immediately froze.
Xie Jingcheng was about to go upstairs when he stopped as he passed the sofa. The tall, long-legged boy had one hand in his pocket and his cool, phoenix-shaped eyes glanced at him.
“If you work for me, you are still serving the Xie family, which is not much different from before, Dad.”
The young man bent down slightly and patted Xie Yulin's stiff shoulder, his voice calm but tinged with coldness.
"Mr. Xie, do a good job, or we'll pull the plug on your oxygen tube when you're old."
Xie Yulin dared not speak out against his anger.
Because he knew that this rebellious son really would!
After Xie Jingcheng went upstairs, President Xie was alone in the living room trying to calm his anger.
Don't get angry, don't get angry. If you get sick from getting angry, that kid will definitely bury you without saying a word!
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