Old Sir Huo's face was already quite unsightly. Huo Qinglin had spent far too much time on personal matters, which was why he had made no progress in his career. In the end, he cared more about his eldest grandson.
"Yan Ting, since the one Lin Banxia likes is you, hurry and get the pear garden from her and start the inauguration ceremony in the second half of the year. Don't delay any further." Old Sir Huo stood up, patted Yan Ting on the shoulder, and formally assigned this task to him.
"Rest assured, Grandpa, I will do my best." Yan Ting immediately wore a warm smile.
The old lady, seeing the two grandsons acting like enemies, was quite distressed, thinking inwardly, "Lin Banxia better not dream of entering the Huo Family's door. Even if she gets in, let's see how she thinks she can disrupt the bond between her two treasured grandsons. Unforgivable."
And so, the Monday family breakfast ended unpleasantly.
After the old man left, Yan Ting also got up and left.
