"Dad, Brother!"
Gu Jingchen's thin lips curved up slightly, and the deep, ocean-like gaze in his eyes shimmered with amusement. Then he called out, his voice low, mellow, and gentle.
"Huh? Hmm?"
That voice was so powerful and shocking, wasn't it?
Shang Yide, who had been reading the newspaper, paused. The old man was getting on in years yet stubbornly refused to wear reading glasses. He held the glasses in one hand while reading the news, and at first, he assumed the voice came from Shang Pinhao, so he didn't think much of it. But then, as if realizing something, his entire body trembled slightly. The newspaper and reading glasses slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a loud "thud!"
A man like Shang Yide, who had spent a lifetime fighting his way through the business world, always carried an air of restraint and authority. Yet, at this moment, he was clearly losing his composure, even to a comical extent!
