Lan Fuqiang, assured that the eldest young lady wouldn't commit suicide, finally picked up the phone with ease.
"Patriarch..."
Lan Fuqiang said at this moment.
From the phone came the angry voice of Lan Haichun.
"Lan Fuqiang, you damn old fool, what are you up to? How dare you take so long to answer the phone?"
"Didn't I tell you? Whenever I call, you must answer within three rings!"
"Otherwise, you'll be docked three months' salary and have to kneel for three hours!"
Lan Mengwei, hearing how Lan Haichun treated the loyal old steward, felt deeply distressed inside.
She was about to take the phone to rebut her blustering yet cowardly father.
But then Lan Haichun said again, "You haven't killed Lan Mengwei yet, have you?"
Lan Fuqiang replied, "Patriarch, I'm preparing to kill Lan Mengwei!"
Lan Haichun almost shouted, "Stop immediately!"
"Stop at once! Bring her to the main hall!"
After hanging up the phone.
Lan Fuqiang was somewhat stunned.
Then.
He came to his senses.
