"So it was you!"
Wang Yuangang's face flushed with anger. He clenched his right fist, raising it high as if to bring it down with force.
But in the end, his hand stopped mid-air, never landing.
Seeing this, Wang Teng let out a sigh of relief.
Just as he'd thought, no matter how grave his mistake...
...his uncle, Wang Yuangang, could never bring himself to strike him.
He was treated more like a son by his uncle than by his own father.
It was even said that his uncle's vast fortune would be passed down to him someday.
After all, his uncle had no heir of his own.
"Uncle, I only did it because I saw that old fool hand over the White Tiger Tea House to Zhang Boyang. It was such blatant favoritism! I couldn't stand it on your behalf. That's why I..."
"That's why you used the secret recipe to cover a padded expense account of three hundred taels? Hmph! You idiot! Three hundred taels... You sold the secret for a mere three hundred taels of silver. What an absolute moron!"
