Just as Huo Tianfeng was about to destroy his own future to escape this calamity, Huo Yanting, who had been silently sitting on the sofa without speaking, suddenly spoke: "Uncle, shouldn't you be apologizing to me personally?"
Huo Tianfeng's expression froze. He turned around and looked at Huo Yanting, who had suddenly stood up from the sofa: "I've already handed over control of the company to you. What more do you want from me? Are you forcing me to walk down the same path as your father?"
Old Sir Huo immediately lashed out in anger: "What kind of attitude is that? You injured both Yan Ting's leg and head, and you still have the audacity to say something like this? I feel ashamed for you."
Huo Yanting, however, let out a cold laugh: "Earlier, I was discussing with Grandpa whether I should hand over the evidence I've gathered to the police for investigation. It seems now that you haven't truly reflected on your wrongdoing, Uncle."
Huo Tianfeng's face turned pale, utterly shaken.
