Living room.
Everyone had already left.
Gong Chen put down his phone and coldly lit a cigarette.
Old Mr. Gong turned and looked at him, "Was it you who brought in Sang Li?"
"No," Gong Chen's voice was very faint, deep, "Haven't I done as you asked?"
"You..."
Old Mr. Gong frowned at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen flicked the ash off his cigarette, his cold gaze slightly lifting, "Dad, don't rush, take care of your health."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Old Mr. Gong was so angry that his body shook, but fortunately, the butler came forward to support him.
"Are you all right?"
"That scourge must not stay! Go!" Old Mr. Gong said through gritted teeth.
"But what about Second Young Master..." the butler ventured worriedly.
"Have you never heard that without the old, the new cannot come? Men are all the same."
Old Mr. Gong let out a cold laugh.
"Yes, I'll take care of it right away."
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