Chapter 889

• “Dad... I—” Tang Yunlong had barely ever heard his father speak to him in that cold, cut‑and‑dry tone. His chest tightened, nerves jangling, and he protested, aggrieved, “I never said I wouldn’t give it to him!”
• “Shut it! With Mr. Qin’s skills, do you think he cares about your little jewelry store? If he feels like it, he could start his own dynasty. You—honestly, you’re shallow.”
• With that, Old Tang shook his head, leaned on his cane, and left the courtyard looking a little defeated.