***
Qiao Chutian felt a chill again.
Now, even Grandpa admitted he had done something unforgivable.
He hung up Mai Xiaomai's call and told the bank manager next to him, "Just hold on a bit."
He dialed Qiao Chuleng's number.
The Qiao Family's group had come about so bloodily. If Grandpa wasn't insistent, he wouldn't want it either.
"What's up?"
Qiao Chuleng's voice had a touch of coldness and aloofness.
"You want the Qiao Family group, it's yours!"
"Oh?"
Qiao Chuleng seemed a bit surprised. "Weren't you going to defend it no matter what?"
"I don't need it. I want to start over and build my business empire, to give my descendants a clean inheritance."
Qiao Chutian's tone conveyed a hint of pride amid his somberness.
"Haha, not bad, you have ambition."
Qiao Chuleng laughed heartily. "You are much better than your Grandpa, I quite admire you."
"Thank you."
