Facing Chi Xiaoyu's confusion, Grandma Yeh had yet to respond when Yeh Cangqiong walked in.
"Cangqiong, come here!"
"Grandmother!"
Yeh Cangqiong approached Grandma Yeh, his expression as composed and reserved as ever.
"Child, I know you, like your mother, are an ambitious person. But do you know? Being President is a sacred profession; it is a summons of duty. It requires you to allocate the resources in your hands with utmost reason to govern this nation. Similarly, Xue Zheng may be a ferocious tiger, but if handled properly, you can avoid his threats and harness his benefits to maximize gains for yourself. Relying solely on temper and impulse will never achieve great things."
"I understand. Thank you for the guidance, Grandmother!"
Grandma Yeh's insights were profound, and her words were brimming with wisdom.
It seemed she was far from an ordinary elderly woman.