The old man of the Li family is an old fox.
Even if he understood the true meaning of Lin Yiran's words, he would not show his emotions on his face.
It's not that he has a good temper, but that he knows how to control his anger.
He knows that when a person is angry, his IQ is zero.
In order to prevent others from taking advantage of him, he could only control his emotions.
He sat on Lin Yiran's chair and looked at Lin Yiran up and down.
Lin Yiran used to respect him the most.
Now, in Lin Yiran's eyes, this kind of respect can no longer be seen.
On the contrary, there is a little more...
Disgust and anger.
He frowned slightly and leaned back on the chair: "When Li Hanxuan handed over the Lin Group to you, I had an agreement with you. But you approached Li Hanxuan again and again and seduced Li Hanxuan.
Are my words falling on deaf ears over and over again? Why? You are really tired of this, Mr. Lin!"
Lin Yiran raised her eyes, staring at the old man in front of her without any fear this time.
Thinking of what he had done to herself, Lin Xikai, and her grandfather, Lin Yiran clenched her fists hard.
She followed the example of Grandpa Li's family and secretly adjusted her emotions.
After a few seconds, Lin Yiran calmed down and slowly said: "Grandpa, who I meet and whom I eat with is my freedom. You are sitting here today, and I respect you so I choose to set aside ten minutes."
Time will listen to you. If anyone from the Li Group came to teach me, I would ask him to leave immediately."
"Lin Yiran! How can you talk to grandpa like this!"
Bai Jingrou, who was sitting in a wheelchair, seemed unable to bear it any longer. Of course she couldn't let go of the opportunity to curry favor with the Li family's grandfather.
Lin Yiran slowly turned around, looked at Bai Jingrou with furrowed eyebrows, and snorted contemptuously: "I was talking to grandpa, and Lawyer Bai suddenly interrupted. It seemed that Lawyer Bai from Shudali was very rude.
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"Lin Yiran!" The old man of the Li family could no longer control his emotions. He raised his right hand and knocked on the table hard, loudly scolding the expressionless Lin Yiran.
He held the crutch with his left hand harder and harder, seeming to vent all his anger on the crutch.
Lin Yiran frowned and looked at Grandpa Li's hand with cold eyes, which was getting harder and harder.
She no longer wanted to recall the rainy day when she was beaten with bruises by the crutch, nor did she want to recall the night when she rolled down the steps and the child died tragically in her belly.
But the more she didn't want to remember, those memories kept appearing in front of her like a demon.
Lin Yiran bit her lip desperately, and the smell of blood spread wantonly in her mouth.
She forced out a self-deprecating smile, but only the corners of her mouth were curved, and there was no trace of smile in her eyes.
Lin Yiran took a few steps forward, put his hands on the desk, and glared angrily at the old man in front of him: "Grandpa, do you still want to use this crutch to beat the child in my belly to death? It's a pity for you
It can't be done anymore, because that child completely left this world due to your indifference... It was you! She left before she had a chance to see the world..."
The old man standing there gradually lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Yiran.
Under Lin Yiran's pressing words, his expression became uneasy.
Lin Yiran held on to the table with difficulty. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the gray-haired old man again.

Chapter completed!