"Grandpa, I am just a bit suspicious." Yan Sijue smiled faintly, "But no matter how you look at it, Uncle is the one most to blame for this incident!"
"Sijue!" Old Sir Yan squinted his eyes at him, furious at his unwillingness to back down!
Among his sons and grandsons, although his eldest son Yan Feiqin wasn't remarkably capable, he was still his eldest, and the Old Man felt a deeper attachment to him, especially since his younger son was even less reliable.
So, back then he could dispose of Yan Haixiang without hesitation, but he wasn't willing to deal with Yan Feiqin lightly—especially since this matter was instigated by him anyway.
Hearing this, Yan Sijue's smile grew even fainter.
"In that case, all I can do is ask for your understanding."
"What do you mean?" Old Man inquired with interest.
"Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the board, resigning from my position as CEO of FIS!" He calmly uttered the words.
