President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

Mr. Quan’s study room is composed of three colors of black, white and gray in a large area. On the left side is a whole wall of bookcases. There are all kinds of books ranging from ancient history to modern business. From high to low, the categories are almost abnormal. neat.

On the shelf on the right are many famous paintings and collectibles, all of which are of high value, adding a bit of precious color.

Even if Quan Tingmo often comes here, he can still feel the frenzied and oppressive atmosphere.

Yesterday's unhappiness didn't seem to have brought much impact to this elderly man. He appeared in front of everyone with a majestic expression, and slowly sat firmly in his seat.

"sit down!"

Mr. Quan didn't pay much attention to the two people standing in front of him, instead he focused all his attention on the materials placed on the desk.

The habitual pen, ink, paper and inkstone have been put away, replaced by a thick document, which has been simply flipped through a few pages.

The expression on his face was unrecognizable.

Uncle Fu backed out, and the room suddenly calmed down, only the rustling sound of Mr. Quan flipping through the documents. Quan Tingmo stood aside silently in a black suit, with no expression on his face.

On the other side, Quan Tingxuan was restless. He seldom came here, and the amount of time he spent in this room from childhood to adulthood was very limited.

He is always an unwelcome existence. Compared with his brother who is always dazzling in the crowd, he seems to have received very little attention. He likes to hide in corners where no one sees, avoid those flatterers, and play with his own things.

When she was five years old, a little girl who came to play at home tried to drag Quan Tingxuan to play. She was very cute, she opened her face and smiled at him without hesitation, and took his hand and walked outside.

But Quan Tingxuan hated that look very much, and pushed him down again and again. That day, when he was five years old, he suffered a stick from Quan Lao.

But he didn't shed a tear, and he didn't say an apology.

"Why don't you talk, have you become dumb?" Quan Tingxuan's words were pulled out of his memories, and only then did he notice that it was Quan Lao who asked him why he didn't go home after returning home.

Home!The word seemed to him extremely ironic.

He didn't know why this old man, who obviously hated him, was acting like a benevolent elder.

Perhaps in front of him, he was not a worthy opponent, but a child who got into trouble.

"I've seen my brother since I came back. There were too many things, so I didn't come back." Quan Tingxuan replied with a dark face, his whole body was filled with the aura that strangers should not enter.

Quan Tingmo sat on the side without saying a word, watching the situation in front of him like the Shura field. Since last night, he has always maintained such a neutral attitude, not angry, not annoyed or even helping, just like an outsider.

"How busy can you be, busy starting a business, stealing designs from Quan's, and using them for yourself."

Quan Tingmo's eyes were flat, as he expected from old Quan, even if he was busy for a whole week, he still couldn't completely bury this matter.

In the end, I still can't hide it.

The two looked at each other, and Quan Tingmo could even feel the overwhelming anger in old Quan's eyes.

He hates shopping malls and emphasizing affection the most. This is the rule of old Quan's survival. As soon as Quan Tingxuan came back, he reminded Quan Tingmo not to show mercy even if he was a brother.

But Quan Tingmo still suppressed the theft of the core design, and he didn't hear the news until it was all resolved.

How can you not be angry.