The old mansion of the Zhong family and the villa of Zhong Yu's adoptive parents are not far away. In other words, the residences of all the children of the Zhong family are not far from the old mansion of the Zhong family. In just ten minutes, Zhong Yu has been standing at the door of his house for more than ten years.

"Yu'er, why don't you come in?"

Zhong Wenling opened the door and turned his head to look at Zhong Yu, who was still standing at the door, with a somewhat complicated tone. For this adopted son, he has indeed cultivated it sincerely. It's just that like Liang Yuan, when the adopted child and his biological son are put together, the balance in his heart is often tilted.

Zhong Lang's attitude towards Zhong Yu is actually more or less the responsibility of their husband and wife, but seeing that Zhong Yu is not close to their husband and wife at all now, his heart is somewhat painful.

"Father, I don't have to go in."

Zhong Yu glanced at the watch on his wrist, secretly calculating when Yan Mo's "gift" would arrive and how he should cooperate.

"Yu'er...... Do you hate me? ”

Zhong Wenling asked very literally. Although the pampered life since he was a child made him understand the relationship between money and power, because he was the youngest son, there was still a shadow of a literary and artistic young man somewhere in his heart.

"Father, what are you talking about? Zhong Lang is at least right in one sentence, I was adopted by you and my mother from the orphanage, and I can grow up to the age of fifteen without worry, I owe the Zhong family right. ”

Zhong Yu said clearly, and made no secret of his disinterest in the Zhong family's property: "Father, when I graduate from college, I plan to go abroad for further study, as for the company, I will tell my grandfather that you will be in charge of the overall situation." In the past few years, I will bring Zhong to a peak.

As for whether I will come back in the future, you don't have to worry, I have my own plans for my future, but any of these plans have nothing to do with the Zhong family. ”

Zhong Yu's categorical words made Zhong Wenling successfully stunned on the spot - what did he just hear? The eldest son is not interested in their family's business at all? Listen to what he means, as soon as he goes abroad, this huge family business will be handed over to him? He doesn't take a penny himself?

Before his stunned side was over, a scream came from the vestibule: "How did you get here?!" Who sent you in?! You're trespassing!! Who let you in? ”

"Mrs. Chung! Save my son. Please! For Yu'er's sake! They are brothers of the same blood! Please! ”

"Mrs. Chung! But 100,000 yuan, you can't only pay 100,000 yuan for a bag! It only takes a little mercy to save a child's life......"

Zhong Yu walked out of the garage door and heard such a sentence. The voice was a little familiar, and when I looked up, I saw a girl with a ponytail standing in the courtyard of the vestibule with a woman with gray hair.

Opposite them was his adoptive mother, Liang Yuan. She was still dressed as a noblewoman, and her face with delicate makeup was full of anger at this time, and although she tried to maintain her elegance, Zhong Yu could still easily tell her anger and decay.

"Mrs. Chung!! Please! The little brick is not intentional! He just misses and hurts people when he's angry! He's not a bad boy!! ”

Yao Chunyan cried and pleaded, even though Zhuo Yan next to her kept pulling her, her body still couldn't stop sliding down, and she was about to kneel.

"What is this doing?!!