"What, you want me to take over the Xu Family's business?" Pei Yicheng dug at his ear, thinking he must have misheard.
Pei Yining nodded seriously and said, "Brother, Dad really said so. You know, Dad's been sick—it finally took a lot for him to recover, but the doctor said he can't overwork."
"No."
Pei Yicheng refused without a second thought. "Yining, tell him, I don't care about the Pei Family's business!"
He had built Liunian himself, and his own architectural design firm would surely shine. He was determined to surpass the Pei Family's business, determined to show Pei Guozhong he could succeed in business and still take care of his family.
"Brother, Dad's health can't take it," Pei Yining pleaded, holding Yicheng's hand and acting spoiled. "Last year, Dad agreed to your and Nianhua's marriage. I know you're still angry at him, but you can't just watch Dad's health suffer because of business, can you?"
