When Shen Qizheng received Lin Biao's call, he was having his lover put a face mask on him. That damn old man, despite his age, still had quite some strength—it really hurt.
And that damned bitch, how dare she oppose him, dare to report him?
Fine, he'll see who lives longer: him or the old guy. Once the old man kicks the bucket, he won't let Chiang Qing get even ten cents.
Damn bitch.
"Oh, take it easy." Shen Qizheng glared at his lover, continuing to listen to the voice on the phone, saying: "Secretary Lin, I really drank a couple extra glasses, please explain to my dad properly. Lately, things haven't been going smoothly at all, as you know. Actually, as long as Chiang Qing disappears, the Shen Family can forge ahead without hindrance."
"Young Master, you shouldn't say things like that anymore. The old man especially forbids such words. Chiang... Third Mistress is just to his liking. You're too eager!" Lin Biao advised.
