Tang Xue looked at Tang Wan with eyes that were almost bursting with fire.

Tang Zhiyi frowned.

The old lady's handling method seemed to have calmed down the Tang family, but there was no mention of any revenge, counterattack, or response.

This is the rhythm of lying down and letting the hammer hit you.

Tang Zhiyi couldn't help but have a rebellious thought in his heart: "The old lady is really old."

"It seems that this family head will soon fall on my head."

When Tang Zhiyi thought of this, he actually became a little happy.

While the Tang family was in chaos, Chen Yang was sitting in an outdoor cafe, leisurely sipping a cup of Italian coffee.

Just after sipping a cup of Italian double coffee, Chen Fu called.

Chen Yang answered the call at will.

Chen Fu said respectfully on the other end of the phone: "Master, everything is done."

"Um!"

Chen Yang just responded.

For the next ten seconds, neither party spoke, as if the phone was out of order.

Ten seconds later, Chen Fuchang’s old and tired voice sounded:

"Master, it's going to be windy and rainy in Beijing, so you might as well bring an umbrella."

The corners of Chen Yang's mouth curled up and he smiled brightly.

He finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"Thanks!"

Chen Yang thanked Chen Fu for the first time.

Then, he hung up the phone.

He didn't wait for the phone to ring again and took the initiative to call Chen Yan.

"Auntie, I will return to Beijing next week."

"You inform Mrs. Jiang to prepare to welcome me."

Chen Yang's tone was calm, but the content of what he said was domineering.

Mrs. Jiang is the second wife of his grandfather, and is also the grandmother of several uncles, cousins, cousins, etc.

And when the old man was seriously ill and bedridden and unable to manage, he almost took charge of the entire Chen Yang.

Such a person, such an elder, Chen Yang actually used the word "greet".

Chen Yan seemed to be shocked by him and was speechless for a long time.

She was silent for a long time, then sighed: "Chen Yang, she is an elder after all, and she is also old. She only has a few years to live..."

Chen Yan is trying to persuade them to reconcile.

Chen Yang sneered and said calmly: "Auntie, do you still remember what happened more than ten years ago?

Is that what you thought at the time?"

"I've finished speaking. See you in Beijing."

Chen Yang decisively hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

Chen Yang no longer cares which side Chen Yan will take.

The love he had back then allowed him to forgive and remind him, but it didn't mean he had to be a filial son and grandson.

Chen Yang then called Chen Fang and Han Dong one after another.

In every phone call, he only said one sentence, four words:

"Next week, go to Beijing!"

When Chen Yang put down the phone and looked up again, he felt as if the clouds in the sky had dispersed and the whole world suddenly opened up.
Chapter completed!