"…."
Zhao Mu sneered, dismissing the sum of 110,000 liang as inconsequential. "A mere 110,000 liang? The Zhao Family possesses far more than that. Butler, withdraw 110,000 liang from the account."
"Yes, Old Master!"
"Mr. Sun, what are Madame Shao's intentions regarding the 100,000 mulberry fields?" Zhao Shu inquired, feigning innocence. "Since the mulberry garden belongs to Old Master and his wife, what are your thoughts on it, Young Master Zhao?"
Zhao Shu nodded in agreement. "Indeed, I've already sold off the mulberry garden!"
This revelation sparked another surge of anger within Zhao Mu. He couldn't help but seethe with frustration at his disobedient son.
It was an immutable fact, one that gnawed at him relentlessly.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Mu continued, "Madame Shao, are you planning to sell the silk, or…"
His heart ached once more at the thought.
