Six years have passed, and his grandson has indeed not disappointed him, accomplishing what others might never achieve in a lifetime, and Yan Sijue still respects him.
Yet, the Old Man understands that if Yan Sijue becomes truly assertive, his voice might carry even more weight than his own.
However, fortunately, he is still the chairman of the FIS Group, and his influence over the underground business remains. At least he can still hold him down.
Thinking about this, the Old Man finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
After dinner, Yan Sijue left the old residence.
Sitting in the car, he made a phone call.
"Yayan, it's me. I'm coming to you now."
Perhaps those women who only need jewelry and luxury cars to be appeased are less worrisome; a woman in love with himself is far easier to control than a cunning one who can't be held captive despite all efforts.
Thinking of a certain name, Yan Sijue couldn't help but grit his teeth.
