Chu Jian furrowed his brow slightly, clearly considering this issue as well.
Chu Xiyao glanced at him cautiously, hesitating:
"Dad, should we talk to Uncle…"
Before she could finish, Chu Jian's face suddenly darkened.
The anger on his face was now mixed with a coldness that he couldn't hide.
Seeing this, Chu Xiyao quickly added, "As the head of the Chu family, it's only right for Uncle to know if the company has problems. I'm just worried about people gossiping."
Upon hearing this, Chu Jian's expression gradually softened, but that coldness still lingered.
"No need."
"But Dad…"
"Enough. Don't worry about this matter. I have other things to take care of. You can go now," Chu Jian cut her off, clearly not wanting to hear anything more.
Chu Xiyao nodded reluctantly, stood up from the sofa, and left the study.
Chu Jian sat on the sofa motionless, his expression unreadable.
The study was silent, so quiet that he could hear the rustling outside the window.
