Wang Chengye's expression grew uglier and uglier.
The words from Wang Jiyi and his son were almost cursing Wang Zihao to death.
However, this was not surprising, as if Wang Zihao were to truly die, then Wang Zixuan would naturally become the heir of the Wang Family, and the vast business empire of the Wang Family would belong to them, father and son.
However.
Wang Chengye said coldly, "Jiyi, Zixuan, the matter is not yet clear. Don't you think it's too early to speak of such things?"
Wang Zixuan immediately said, "Uncle, we definitely don't mean anything else, but a nation cannot be without its king for a day, and a family cannot be without a head for a day. Since Zihao has no news, the matter of succession..."
"Presumptuous!"
Wang Chengye was instantly furious and yelled, "I am not dead yet! Are you cursing me to die?"