In the study, the old man gasped loudly and stared at Yan Han who was kneeling upright in front of him.
"Don't kneel to me, I can't bear it!"
Yan Han was kneeling, his face indifferent and colorless, and his aura did not diminish at all, but instead looked a bit aggressive.
"Grandpa, I'm not begging you."
Yan Zhenting covered the crutches with both hands and banged the ground hard. He was extremely angry, but his eyes were still fierce and he coughed repeatedly.
Yan Han had no intention of going up to pat the old man on the back. He opened his thin lips and said, "You called me back when I was twenty years old, and you gave me that seat without hesitation. It's over.
, why do you regret it?”
The old man took a deep breath, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at his grandson.
The person in front of me is also what he used to be.
Time passed and his life had come to an end. He was relieved to be able to hand over his life's career to such a child.
But when the loess was buried up to my neck, I suddenly felt fear, and those messy thoughts started to creep up.
He was worried that Yan Zhenhan would not be able to treat Yan Zhenzhen and his daughter well in the future. He was even more worried that Yan Zhenhan would be seduced by women and follow Yan Zhencheng's old path.
But if you think about it carefully, it is not the case. These cannot be called reasons.
The real reason is that he has been in power all his life and has a desire to control, and he cannot help his younger generation disobeying his wishes.
"I have cleaned up the board of directors. After a hundred years, no one will be a constraint to me. If you insist on leaving those shares to Yan Zhenzhen, I will not object. To me, even if the entire Yan family
, it’s nothing.” Yan Yan said coldly.
Yan Zhenting snorted coldly and said with a deep breath: "If you say you don't care, then in the past few days, you have vigorously suppressed the old man, took back all the shares, and asked that girl to persuade Mr. and Mrs. Liang to divorce. What are you doing?"
Yan Han's eyes were stern, and he said solemnly: "I can not want it, but others can't take it from me."
Yan Zhenting's breath was stuck in his throat, his old eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyeballs were really like copper bells.
Yan Han said again: "Yan Zhenzhen has taken the shares and let it go peacefully. If she dares to take any action, I will deal with her more cleanly than I did with Director Wang."
"Grandpa likes mother and daughter. I'm thinking whether it's too little to only be with them for more than 20 years. Maybe we can be with them forever."
"you!"
Yan Zhenting stood up with his crutches and looked at Yan Han in disbelief that he could actually say such a thing.
Yan Han knelt motionless, not expecting the old man to suddenly take action. He slightly raised his eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm just saying."
"You are so capable, why are you still kneeling to me?!"
Yan Zhenting coughed violently, and there was already a faint smell of blood in his throat. His face was ashen, and he looked like a slowly falling yellow maple leaf, desolate into the ground.
Yan Han was silent for a moment and said: "I kneel to you to thank you for your twenty years of cultivation. It is my fault as a junior to make you so upset about my affairs. When I was a child, I was sick and you didn't trust others to watch over you."
, and you stayed with me all night regardless of your health. Now that the situation has reached this point, I kneel down to talk to you. If you feel comfortable, it’s nothing for me to kneel for a while. If you still feel uncomfortable, you can have someone do it for you.
Teach me a lesson and I will never hide."
Yan Zhenting's face was flushed and bloodshot. He was extremely angry, but when he suddenly heard these words, it felt like a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat.