He shifted to the side, deftly avoiding the projectile, and the vase shattered into pieces beside him.
"Grandfather, less anger, it's not good for your health," Gu Xuanye said, hands casually inserted in his pockets as he sauntered into the office.
Gu Zhenhua clenched his cane in both hands as he sat on the sofa to one side, his face an ashen hue.
Those bloodshot eyes, flaming with rage, glared at Gu Xuanye. He banged his cane heavily, issuing a command, "Cancel that press conference immediately!"
"Grandfather, there's nothing anyone can do to stop what I intend to accomplish. So, I would advise you to calm down. If you get angry and harm your health, you're the one who will suffer," Gu Xuanye finished speaking and then turned to instruct Song Fei to bring some tea and pastries, to treat Grandfather well.
"..." Gu Zhenhua's face darkened even further.
