Huo Jinnan looked at the old man, "Aren't you going to leave anything for Old Third and Axue?"
The old man glared, "That's their father's business, I'm not obligated to do that."
Huo Jinnan didn't say anything more, he had already silently recorded the old man's words just now.
The old man saw him put down his phone, "What did you just do?"
Huo Jinnan, "Nothing."
The old man, "..."
In recent years, the old man has kept up with the times, playing with Weibo, WeChat, and QQ, completely not believing it.
Yet, he has no way to deal with the second son.
Huo Jinnan glanced at the little guy.
The little guy pursed his little lips, looked at the old man, "Great-grandpa, I have shares too, and it seems like your shares aren't as many as mine, your 50% shares..."
He didn't continue but his pair of pitch-black eyes were bright and piercing.
The old man and Huo the Boss both felt embarrassed at the same time, looking at Huo Xiaowu, wanting to hit him.
The little guy, "..."
