Shentu Chu took in a sharp breath, reaching shakily for his phone. Then he dialed Luo Yue's number.
"Luo Yue, I won't be able to make it for the press conference. I had an accident. Tell the chairman to do as he wish," Shentu Chu sent a photo of his bleeding hand to Luo Yue before he hung up.
He looked down at the injured hand. How many times had he injured his right hand by breaking glass, he can't remember.
At the press conference.
Luo Yue delivered Shentu Chu's message to Shentu Dong together with the picture of his injured hand.
Shentu Dong sneered and slammed the table with a fist.
"Excuses! Excuses! What the fuck is he playing at? Luo Yue, is this real?"
Luo Yue bowed. "I don't know. But from the looks of it, maybe,"
"Maybe?" Shentu Dong spat.
"Then should we start the press conference?" Luo Yue asked meekly.
"Start! I'm not going to wait for him!" Shentu Dong dealt with the media and publicly announced that he already had disowned Shentu Chu as his son.
