Dusk in Xiangcheng.
In the study, Tang Zhen started smashing cups and banging his cane, "Revolt! Revolt! Go! Zhao Yingliang, you personally take some people and grab that kid for me! Tie him up if necessary, just get him back!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingliang broke out in a cold sweat. This task was too miserable! How could he dare! What if he died far from home?
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and go!"
Zhao Yingliang's feet felt glued to the floor, unable to move, almost blurting out "I can't do it!"
While he was sweating profusely and reeling with conflict, a figure stumbled in, anxiously saying, "Chairman! The young master… the young master… he's back!"
"What did you say? He's back? When did he come back?" Tang Zhen jumped up from his seat.
"Just now!"
"Then tell him to come here and see me now!"
"The young master went straight to the company as soon as he got off the plane, and he's in a meeting now!"
