Song Qingshu's return had injected a strong dose of vitality into the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce; the flame that Xiong Sandao had tried to extinguish was flickering back to life.
As Su Xuan and Song Qingshu were arguing over where He Xia should stay, He Xia glanced at Wei Zhentian and said, "I'll listen to Su Xuan and stay at the hotel."
"That's fine, the house is indeed a bit depressing. Every time I see Sijia's belongings, I'm reminded of him, sigh..."
Wei Zhentian's only son was gone, and he was stricken with immense grief, wanting to avenge his son with his own hands.
"Rest assured, I have avenged Sijia's death for you," Song Qingshu said leisurely, legs crossed, puffing away at a large cigar.
By now, Su Xuan knew that Song Qingshu had secretly sent people to snatch many of Xiong Sandao's territories with astonishing speed, giving the other side no time to react.
It seemed Song Qingshu was quite capable; Su Xuan realized he needed to be cautious in dealing with him.
