In the past few years, the number of tis Li Mo has visited the company can be counted on one hand, let alone coming over at this ti.
Fu Shihan entered the elevator, glanced at the butler behind Li Mo, heard him call him "Eldest Young Master," nodded, and then looked at Li Mo, asking, "Is my dad not ho?"
"What are you doing at the company so late?" Li Mo didn’t answer and instead asked back, looking a bit annoyed.
"Wanwan said she needed so materials, so I brought her over to get them."
Fu Shihan could tell Li Mo wasn’t in a good mood and didn’t dare to say more pointless words, so he answered honestly right away.
Sure enough, after hearing Su Wanxin’s na, Li Mo’s gloomy expression slightly eased.
Seeing this, Fu Shihan added another sentence: "Yangyang also ca along."
"What ti is it now?" Li Mo suddenly asked.
Fu Shihan looked down at his watch and answered, "Ten o’clock."
"It’s ten o’clock at night, and you’re still letting Wanwan co to your company to clean up your ss. Fu Shihan, you really are getting more promising as you grow up."
"..."
"It seems your dad’s worries are justified. Do you want to consider buying my share of the equity?"
Li Mo retorted sarcastically, and every word reached Fu Shihan’s ears, making him feel that the old lady was genuinely angry today.
At such a crucial mont, he had no choice but to rely on his wife and son. So he looked up and saw that the elevator had reached the floor of his office, then said, "No, I don’t have money."
After speaking, he pushed Li Mo’s wheelchair out of the elevator and walked towards his office.
"You know what situation your son is in right now, he’s in poverty. If you and my dad plan to sell your equity at a lower price, then I might consider it.
Mom, we’re all family. How about half the market price for ?"
"I think you’ve gone mad with poverty, dreaming in broad daylight." Li Mo retorted without hesitation.
Fu Shihan knew she would never agree, just making small talk to pass the ti.
As they chatted, they arrived at the office door, pushed it open, and inside, Su Wanxin, who was frowning at the computer as she printed materials, turned her head to look. She exclaid in surprise upon seeing Li Mo, "Aunt Mo? Why are you here so late?"
"Grandma!"
Fu Xiaoyang, who had been lying on the sofa, half-asleep, imdiately jumped up at the sound and ran towards Li Mo.
Li Mo glanced down at this little brat. Ever since he moved out of the old house to live with Fu Shihan and Su Wanxin, he hadn’t co back.
Li Mo had watched him grow day by day since the day he was born. Suddenly parting like this, how could she not miss him?
So when the little brat wanted to climb onto her and act spoiled, she said coldly, "Still rember I’m your grandma?"
Fu Xiaoyang heard the off tone, looked up at Fu Shihan, and asked quietly, "Dad, did you make Grandma angry?"
"What does it have to do with ? She’s asking you."
Fu Shihan cleaned his hands of any involvent, stepped towards Su Wanxin, and subtly gave her a look.
Listening to the conversation and glancing at Fu Shihan, Su Wanxin slowly shook her head, communicating her aning with her eyes—
That’s your own mother, and you’re afraid of her, so why wouldn’t I be?
Aunt Mo gives no face when she’s angry, sothing Su Wanxin has witnessed over the years and rembers well.
"Grandma, it must be my dad who made you angry, right?"
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