Joe Heath wore an expression that was neither crying nor laughing, and couldn't utter a word.
Wouldn't the little guy cry out of frustration if he heard what his dad said?
"Big brother, I'm not joking with you..." Joe Heath hurriedly said.
"I'm not joking with you, either."
"..."
Joe Heath truly didn't know what to do with Sylvan Cheney. In front of Sylvan, he really had no solutions.
"Then big brother, have you thought of a solution? We can't just let the shares keep falling, can we?"
Sylvan's eyes hardened, covered with a layer of cold, frosty white, his gaze twinkling with elusive meanings.
The Cheney Family, apart from smuggling, had a lot of dark history.
Back in the day, the Cheney Family had done no small number of things teetering on the edge of legality.
Such a Cheney Family, it's better off gone.
"Big brother, say something. I just got back from Uarope and came straight to you, and you won't say a word to me, don't you consider me a brother?"
