"Heh."
Old Madam Ding chuckled lightly, casting a sidelong glance at her son.
"Don't talk about him. Back then, who was it that got egged on a bit in secret and brought in that mine from World City? You wouldn't think that's just a little matter, would you?"
"Uh!"
Ding Zhuzui was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by his mother's words.
Come to think of it, things back then weren't mere coincidences. There must have been some scheming behind the scenes. If he hadn't pulled back in time, he could very well be the next Sixth Ding.
No, that's not right.
If the mine were still in his possession, certain people wouldn't have gone looking for Sixth Ding but would have come directly to him.
"Those people really know how to plot." He sighed softly.
"It's good that you know it's a scheme."
Old Madam Ding gazed at him with a deep look.
"Go, arrange your Sixth Uncle's affairs properly, and don't meddle with anything else."
She instructed.
