"What, do you think that the document everyone received was brought in by me?"
Lo Jia had both hands in his pockets, and despite being just a teenager, the expression on his face made the men in the hall turn a shade paler.
In the Brown family, it's said that the most ruthless is not the elder in the middle, but rather this seemingly unassuming young man.
"Hmm, weren't you just getting excited talking about this?" Lo Jia reached out and gripped the man's chin, "Now you're mute."
Cold sweat dripped down the man's forehead, his lips trembling, "I didn't mean it that way."
Swinging the chin aside, Lo Jia took out a handkerchief and leisurely wiped his fingers, nodding towards the old man, "Grandfather."
The old man showed no signs of anger at his behavior, and his tone was devoid of emotion.
"What's he talking about?"
Casually tossing the handkerchief onto the coffee table, Lo Jia leaned back, "Nothing much, just had someone pointing a gun at my head."
