Li Jingxiao nodded repeatedly, "Mom, you're right. We can't act rashly this time."
He couldn't help but say angrily, "Actually, when all is said and done, it's all Grandpa's fault! Dad has been good to us. If it wasn't for Grandpa, we wouldn't be in this mess!"
He Zhi also harbored resentment towards Old Mr. Li. Normally, with Li Zhen Ting around, Jinghan's and Jingxiao's struggle shouldn't have affected the company shares, and Jingxiao wouldn't be the laughingstock of Ning City.
"That old man buried up to his neck in dirt, is he really expecting to outlive us?" He Zhi scoffed.
Li Jingxiao then said, "Mom, I think Grandpa is quite robust, he could well live another ten or eight years. Also, he has always favored Uncle, and they control the major power in the company. I'm worried that even if we can outlast him in health, the company is ever-changing, and we can't afford to be empty-handed."