Behind them, the old lady glared, her face flushed with anger, "How could I have raised such a troublemaker!"
Gao Lin walked over and gently comforted, "Mom, why are you angry with him? Whether to bring Xiao Qi back or not is your decision, what does it have to do with him."
The old lady snorted, "I'm just afraid that some people, after sitting in a position for too long, won't want to step down!"
"He wouldn't dare!" Gao Lin said, "The company belongs to the Zhangs, not the Lous!"
The old lady glanced at her, "Long hair, short wits. He's been in the company for so many years, how many Zhangs can there possibly be left?"
Zhang Bowen nodded, "It's terrifying now, the whole company is full of his people."
"Then what should we do?" Gao Lin, unfamiliar with business dealings, said, "When it comes to a shareholder vote, isn't it enough if more people support Xiao Qi?"
"Foolish!" the old lady said, "If it were that simple, would we have had that argument just now? I want to remind Lou Yuming that his current state is all thanks to the old man's contributions! One cannot forget their roots. If he had any conscience, he would know what 'abdicate and let the virtuous take over' means!"
"Go call Zhang Qi and ask him when he's free to bring the child back," the old lady commanded.
Gao Lin took out her phone to make a call. At this moment, Zhang Bowen asked, "Mom, that Yi Xiaoling—"
The rest of his words were cut short by a sharp glance from the old lady.
The old lady's tone was sharp, with a murderous glint in her eyes, "Who is this person?"
Zhang Bowen's back instantly went cold, and he dared not speak further.
After leaving the old residence, Lou Yuming sat in the car for a while, intending to go to Song Xi. Just then, Yao Yifan called, saying he couldn't reach Yi Xiaoling.
When the old lady proposed holding a birthday banquet, Lou Yuming had a premonition that she wanted to use the opportunity to bring Zhang Qi back. So, he had asked Yao Yifan to contact Yi Xiaoling. However, days had passed, and he still hadn't managed to reach her.
Yao Yifan said on the phone, "Sir, shall I expand the search scope and look in other countries?"
"No need," Lou Yuming said coldly, "We can't find her."
The old lady's methods were indeed formidable. He hadn't expected her to act so soon!
Lou Yuming stepped on the accelerator, the Porsche driving on the asphalt road.
His voice was low and icy, "Since he wants to come back, then I absolutely won't let him. Find out Zhang Qi's flight details. I want him to not be able to get off the plane!"
Yao Yifan immediately detected the killing intent in Lou Yuming's tone, "Understood, sir!"
"What has Song Xi been busy with lately?" Lou Yuming suddenly asked as he was about to hang up.
Yao Yifan was taken aback, "Miss Song's footage was all cut from a program. Don't you know about this?"
Lou Yuming frowned, "When did this happen?"
"Friday," Yao Yifan added, "But the program team has already apologized. I thought it was you who did it."
As soon as he finished speaking.
A sharp braking sound came from the other end of the phone.
Lou Yuming's thin lips uttered four words, "...It wasn't me!"
Now it was Yao Yifan's turn to be shocked.
After it was revealed on Friday night, within twelve hours, the program team had swiftly apologized with a good attitude, quickly edited new content, uploaded it, and gave Song Xi a lot of screen time.
With such speed and efficiency, Yao Yifan had indeed thought it was Lou Yuming's order. He didn't expect it wasn't!
"Sir?"
"Compile the entire story and send it to me!"
With that, Lou Yuming hung up the phone directly.
Yao Yifan acted quickly, and within ten minutes, he had compiled a document and sent it to Lou Yuming.
After reading it, Lou Yuming's expression became even more grim. Finally, he stomped on the accelerator and drove directly to the apartment where Song Xi lived.
Lou Yuming knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside the apartment.
He called Song Xi, but she didn't answer.
So late at night, where could she have gone?
Perhaps the knocking was too loud, and it finally woke up the neighbor.
When Jin Ying, looking impatient, opened her door next door and saw the tall, handsome man standing not far away, her drunken state instantly vanished, replaced by shock.
"Lou—"
Her voice seemed to be choked off by someone.
Lou Yuming was also quite surprised to see Jin Ying there. He frowned and asked, "Have you seen Song Xi?"
Jin Ying shook her head, then nodded, and then shook her head again, thoroughly confusing herself as she let out a panicked hiccup.
A hint of disgust flashed in Lou Yuming's eyes.
He took a step forward, and Jin Ying immediately tensed up, spreading her arms as if to prevent him from entering.
Lou Yuming's suspicion was immediately aroused. He tested her with a confident tone, "Song Xi is inside."
"...No!" Jin Ying vehemently denied, "No!"
A double negative meant a positive.
Just as Jin Ying was about to close the door, Lou Yuming's long leg stepped forward, blocking the entrance.
He looked past Jin Ying and saw the scene before him. His pupils contracted, and a hint of anger flickered across his stern face.