Sitting in the head of the family's position, Wang Anlong's face was unusually stormy, like the calm before the storm. This time, Heavenly God's sudden action at Wealth Mansion caught him completely off guard, yet the blame fell squarely on the Wang Family, putting them in a direly passive position. How could his expression be good?
"Speak up, why are you all looking at me? You used to be eloquent, so why are you silent now? Exactly how should we resolve this issue?"
Wang Anlong's icy gaze swept across everyone in the study. His voice was somewhat hoarse, and a sinister aura emanated from him, making him look like an evil ghost walking out from Hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Fushan, what are your thoughts on this matter?"
Wang Anlong's gaze fell on his eldest son, Wang Fushan.
Feeling Wang Anlong's gaze, Wang Fushan's face turned a bit unsightly. "Dad, this matter is rather tricky."
"Speak."
