Vic immediately helped him up respectfully and put him on a thicker pillow.
Father and son are really at odds with each other. When they met, the atmosphere in the air was completely different and very cold.
Mr. Ximen didn't talk much to begin with, and he didn't even say a word when he saw Ximen Longting.
SUN enlivened the atmosphere: "KING, don't worry, the doctor said grandpa's body will recover soon."
"Worried?" Ximen Longting seemed to have heard the ridiculous thing about the world, "I'm just worried that he will live too long!"
"..."
"It's a pity to see him waste another few years of his air."
Ximen Longting took a long time to hold back a sentence and took out a... Pixiu from his pocket.
The golden Pixiu spreads its teeth and claws, showing a fierce look on its face. There is a seal underneath, which is the imperial seal of the Ximen family.
Originally it had been owned by Mr. Ximen, but during this ceremony, it passed into the hands of Ximen Longting.
After he got the key, he immediately went to the bank to get the imperial seal.
Of course he wants to know if Mr. Ximen is playing tricks on him...
After getting the imperial seal, you have the right to reorganize the 13 oak trees.
Vic's expression changed slightly: "Master, why do you carry the imperial seal with you?"
It would be a serious disaster to lose such a valuable thing.
The Imperial Seal is more than just a symbol of power—it opens many important organs in 13 Oaks.
In other words, whoever holds it in his hand can control the 13 oak trees, as well as many potential powers of the Ximen family...
Ximen Longting raised a sneer on his lips: "To me, it is just a troublesome stone."
"..."
"It's too hard to even shine my shoes."
Ximen Longting threw it casually, and the imperial seal made a parabola. Vic reached out to catch it in time.
Ximen Longting said calmly: "Whoever likes it can take it."
Now not only Vic, but also Mr. Ximen and Jing Jiaren couldn't understand it.
Ximen Longting put his hand on the bedside table, slowly pressed it down, and stared at Mr. Ximen.
Father and son may have never been so close...
Normally, Mr. Ximen is surrounded by personal guards, and the closest distance to Ximen Longting cannot be more than three meters.
Two almost similar faces look even more uncanny when put together.
It seems that one is in the past tense and the other is in the future tense.
Ximen Longting grabbed Ximen Fenglie's collar: "Do you think I am a garbage recycling station and you can give me whatever you don't want? Have you asked me and have you agreed?"
"..."
"Master, you don't want the rights of the Ximen family?" Vic couldn't believe it.
Mr. Ximen spent his whole life guarding his achievements, but Ximen Longting threw them away like garbage.
It turns out that Ximen Longting came this time to return the humiliating slap.
"Once again, I don't recycle garbage here." Ximen Longting admired the expression on Mr. Ximen's face and felt happy for the first time.
He has always been ignored and the one left chosen.
But now, he has become his own master.
"What do you mean, KING doesn't want to be the king anymore?" SUN asked strangely, "Or is it because KING can't bear to let the old stubborn grandpa have no rights? So he wants to give it back to him?"
"..."
"SUN can give him SUN's! It's useless for SUN to keep it anyway!" SUN said anxiously.
"Stop being so verbose and stand aside." Ximen Longting said bluntly, "When is your turn to speak?"