The Favored Heiress

Shang Zonghai raised his hand, stood up, and walked to the window, turning his back to Mu Aoxian, his tone long and profound: "Second brother, the things that belong to the Mu family should be taken back."

Mu Aoxian was emotionally turbulent, flipping through a stack of the Mu family’s mine deeds, his eyes bloodshot, "Big Brother Shang... what do you want me to do?"

"You don’t need to do anything." Shang Zonghai turned around, the reflective lenses hiding the sharpness in his eyes, "What the Mu family lost, I’ll get it back for you."

Mu Aoxian suddenly stood up, "Big Brother Shang, you don’t need to..."

"Rest assured." Shang Zonghai smiled deeply, gently fiddling with the Buddha beads on his wrist, "I know my limits."

Mu Aoxian looked at him with a complicated gaze, not speaking for a long time.

This Shang Zonghai reminded him of the legend from decades ago in Parma: Better to offend Yama than the King of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He could save lives with a flick of his fingers, and take them just as swiftly.

But later, he suddenly withdrew his sharpness and disappeared overnight.

Mu Aoxian stood up, slowly walking to Shang Zonghai’s side and looking out at the sea horizon together, "Big Brother Shang, I once warned Qiaoqiao not to seek revenge for the Mu family... To me, living is more important than anything else."

"You’re right," Shang Zonghai nodded calmly, "But the premise of staying alive is to clear the obstacles."

He enunciated ’clear’ with particular emphasis.