"What... do you plan to do next?" He Yirong asked with difficulty. "If Zhuo Yuwei still refuses to let you go..."
"He won't do anything to me for the time being; after all, he has more important matters to attend to," He Jingyao said with a hint of sarcasm. "There are still several months until the election is settled, and that's enough time for me to prepare for a showdown."
He Yirong nodded, "That's true."
In his heart, he knew that over the years, all the influence He Jingyao had gained in the business world and even in the political scene was ultimately because he was He Jingyao, not because of the He surname.
So, even knowing he was about to lose everything, he still remained calm and composed, as if it wasn't a big deal.
He Yirong suddenly felt an intense discomfort in his heart.
...How could he not be his son anymore?
