"That, that..." Someone was looking at the documents, constantly thinking about how to proceed, how to make Song Dafa take out the properties and shops here in Harbor City.
Song Dafa sat on the sofa, looking at the calculative faces of the crowd, and couldn't help but snort a few times, "All the procedures are complete."
"You shouldn't cause trouble, don't waste money. Of course, if you insist on suing, there's nothing I can do."
Song Dafa looked at the greedy members of the Song Family and felt bad; how could such calculative and greedy people be the sons of the old man?
Of course, Song Yurong didn't want Song Dafa to return the properties and shops to the members of the Song Family; with so many things in hand, they would definitely be reserved for him in the future.
Song Dafa looked at his own son's calculative face, really didn't want to see it, "The old man is so generous."
"As his steward, I can't be any less."
