The atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense.
Francisco's maternal family didn't provide much support, and Paul's wife was just an ordinary Su Muli person.
She had no prominent background, and naturally couldn't help her son in this power struggle.
The only one able to help him was Alberto.
Now, there is another one, Lance.
"You are my Uncle Lance!" A sixteen-year-old youth, whose thinking ability has reached an adult level.
It's just that they haven't experienced some of the harsh realities of society, and are lacking in experience and insight.
He wouldn't be naive enough to think all his relatives were looking out for his best interests.
Lance nodded slightly, "Then do I have the qualification to sit here?"
"Yes!" Francisco firmly said the word "yes," and his momentum seemed to rise a bit.
Lance looked at these people, "I'm not here to argue with you; Paul helped me and I can't just watch you bully his child."
