Shang Yu pressed his thin lips, "If you agree, it's not out of the question."
"Heh." Shang Zonghai chuckled, "Don't try to fool me. This was your responsibility to begin with, following in your father's footsteps is only natural."
Actually, sending Shang Yin back to Parma to succeed Shang's was not unjustified.
Early in her pregnancy, Li Qiao had considered this idea.
But when it came to a real discussion, the couple naturally felt reluctant.
While Shang Zonghai could certainly continue to oversee Shang's, the vast family business, now the foremost noble family in Parma, inevitably needed an heir.
Little Shang Yin, the weight of the future on his shoulders is no less than Shang Yu's.
...
Meanwhile, the little guy still didn't know that his parents and grandfather had already started planning his future.
At the Medicine Garden in the backyard, Shang Lu and White Tiger peeked around the entrance, "Uncle..."
