"Bang!"
Xiao Yu slammed a stack of account books onto his head, his handsome face cold and indifferent, "This sudden disappearance of several hundred thousand taels of gold, explain it to me, what do you mean by sudden? You've been clandestinely dealing with him for years. Out of respect for the death of your aunt, I haven't argued with you. Are you two now secretly embezzling funds, trying to stir up trouble in the Xiao family, thinking that as the family head I don't count for much, is that it?"
Xiao Muyan still wore a sycophantic smile on his face, "Brother is joking. How could we dare to secretly embezzle funds."
"Call me family head!" A trace of disgust flashed through Xiao Yu's eyes, as he recalled how over the years, his own poisoning had been inextricably linked to Xiao Muyan, his disdain for him grew stronger.
In this Xiao family, his only brother was his seven-year younger sibling from the same mother.