Elders' Court.
Luo Yunhai, who had rushed over, paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind him, his gloomy face a mask of frustration and unease.
Tu Huan sat to one side sipping tea, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Don't worry, he's about to arrive."
Luo Yunhai took a deep, calming breath, and his emotions steadied slightly.
"Young Master, has the situation at the top changed?" Luo Yunhai asked after a moment of thought.
Tu Huan calmly lit a cigarette without looking up and asked indifferently, "What do you mean?"
"If the situation hadn't changed, how could Chen Yang still be alive? My grandson Luo Chen wouldn't be dead!" Luo Yunhai's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his fists clenched so tightly the knuckles turned bone white.
Before Tu Huan could speak, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from afar. The newcomer was an elderly man dressed in fine clothes.
