Since Nan Ze dared to release the results in front of so many people, he must be absolutely confident.
A mountain cannot contain two tigers; he knew there would eventually be a day when brothers would fight each other. He thought of countless possibilities, yet it turned out to be this result.
Nan Ze's expression was calm as he said lightly, "You've been muddleheaded for so many years, if the commotion was too small, I'm afraid you wouldn't notice it."
When did he find out?
A very, very long time ago, so long that he couldn't remember the exact day, he heard the conversation between them, mother and son, outside the door.
This appraisal report, Nan Chengzhi read from beginning to end, and then from end to beginning, the wrinkles on his eyes concealing the muddle of illness, revealing the sharpness honed from decades in the commercial battlefield.
