After Xiao Shuo finished speaking, he didn't dare look at Xiao Linye's terrifyingly dark expression and quickly slipped away.
Lai Shuo, waiting outside, saw Xiao Shuo dash away like the wind and couldn't help but feel a cold sweat bead on his own brow.
If only he hadn't been so quick with his words that morning.
He returned to the office, his body tense, only to be met by Xiao Linye's murderous expression.
Lai Shuo said, "Does the Third Young Master not want to work? You mustn't go soft on him!"
A rich heir like him truly needs to be rigorously trained. Otherwise, what else could he do in the future besides mooch off his parents?! His life would be utterly squandered, devoid of any meaning.
When Xiao Linye heard the words "go soft," it was as if he'd heard a joke. "Go soft on him?"
"Of course, you wouldn't!" Lai Shuo said respectfully.
Xiao Linye pinched his aching brow, then said, "He must have too much free time. Have Yang Jing discipline him strictly."
