"Pei Shan, are you okay? Why are you arguing with Qi Yu so early in the morning!"
Madam Shen turned her head and looked at Shen Qiyu, "Qi Yu, your father's health is not good, can't you let him worry less?"
Shen Qiyu couldn't stand this woman's pretense in front of him, and his cold gaze swept over, "Since when do I need your interjection in my affairs? Are you even qualified to speak to me?"
Madam Shen, "..."
With a face full of grievance, she lowered her head and looked at the man beside her, "Husband."
Shen Peishan was so angry that he roared directly at Shen Qiyu, "It seems you've made up your mind. Fine, you can go—if you walk out of this house today, I, Shen Peishan, will no longer consider you my son."
It angered him to death, Shen Peishan held onto his severely aching heart and leaned on the sofa, his complexion pale.
This son worried him too much. The company had been struggling recently, and he had wanted his son to join the company to help him, but instead...
