Returning from the Hong Family, Li Yufang was not at all sleepy.
Yang Fan was not someone to be trifled with. He was now completely on the Hong Family's side, and Li Yufang didn't know how the kid would deal with him.
Li Yufang never hesitated, but this time, although he acted decisively, he felt uneasy inside.
Since the deed was done, he would not regret it. From a certain perspective, under the current circumstances, siding with the Hong Family was the only choice that maximized his interests.
The living room was brightly lit; as he got older, he slept much less.
He picked up the cup on the table and took a sip, feeling quite good.
The footsteps outside disturbed his chaotic thoughts. A butler-like person walked in, "Sir, something has happened."
"What is it?" Li Yufang's demeanor was always unruffled. At his age, he understood one thing: no matter what happened, panic was useless.
