Zhao Mingchen was so furious his pointing hand trembled, and through gritted teeth, he said, "Get out of here!"
Zhao Hanchen slowly released his grasp, and the jade chess piece in his hand fell onto the chessboard, disrupting the originally complex and tense game.
He stood up, his voice emotionless, "If there's nothing else, then I'll be leaving."
Zhao Mingchen's face turned beet red with thick neck veins bulging as he repeated the word "Get out!" several times.
Zhao Hanchen, walking quite a distance away, could still hear that group of people comforting Zhao Mingchen to calm down.
It was truly laughable.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth in a smile that did not reach his eyes, cold inside.
So it turned out that he could not escape a fate controlled by the family, even after reaching the position of chairman.
How cruel, how laughable...