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"You're talking nonsense! My father isn't dead! He's coming home soon." An Wan saw the scheming in Old Mrs. Lu's eyes, and her stomach immediately churned and she felt nauseous.
"Your short-lived father died a long time ago, and you're still being stubborn! Quickly hand over the position of head manager to my Da Sen, and stop occupying the position without doing anything."
Whenever Old Lady Lu heard the news that Lu Sen was not dead, she would jump up in anger, her furious appearance making her look just like an old witch.
An Wan finally understood. It turned out that Old Madam Lu wanted Lu Sen to die so that Lu Xin could "inherit his brother's business".
Sima Zhao's intentions are as clear as day.
She absolutely refused to believe that Lu Sen had an accident at the mine without Lu Xin's involvement.
It seems that the custom of sons inheriting their fathers' businesses still exists in this day and age. In the 1970s and 1980s in China, many companies and factories had this rule.
“My father is not dead, please don’t slander him. He will be going home with my mother and older brother in a few days.”
Lu Chunhe kept repeating this sentence: "When I got home at one o'clock in the afternoon, Old Lady Lu came to make trouble."
Even if Grandma Lu didn't explain it clearly, he could guess what she was thinking.
If his older brother hadn't told him to hold back and not to alert the enemy, he wouldn't have let the bad guys escape.
It's likely that he stuffed Old Lady Lu and Lu Xin into sacks and beat them up in the middle of the night.
"Still saying you're not dead? Hahaha. Both your legs are smashed to pieces, you're probably in the funeral home right now! When are you going to be cremated?"
Lu Hai rushed up and shoved Lu Chunhe aside.
"That's right! He's almost turned to ashes, yet he's still clinging to his position. How vicious! Let Dad go work at the mine tomorrow. If that's not possible, then you, my brother, can take the job."
Lu Lu put her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face.
His sharp, sarcastic chin, when tilted back, almost seemed to pierce the sky.
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