The prime minister's residence study is vast. Yanchuan Shilang sat in the chair behind the desk that several generations of prime ministers had occupied. Despite his weary expression and thin, aged visage, his aura remained overwhelmingly intimidating.
His eyes were fixed intently on Xiu Xin.
A sense of pressure surged forth.
Under those eyes, Xiu Xin couldn't help but feel nervous. His scalp tingled as he tentatively bent down slightly and softly called out, "Grandfather?"
"Bang!" Yanchuan Shilang grabbed a document from the table and threw it at Xiu Xin, his face grave and angrily reprimanding him, "You are quite bold! Daring to make any kind of money, even colluding with the military for business!"
Boom!
Xiu Xin's mind suddenly exploded.
Is this really the scandal that blew up?
Indeed, there are no walls that don't have ears in this world.
He quickly calmed down and, with a face full of astonishment and grievance, asked, "Grandfather, where did you hear this?"
