At this time, dozens of direct descendants of the He family shouted for He Chuan to delegate power.
Seeing this scene, He Chuan only felt it was extremely ironic. He was already seventy years old, and it was not long ago that he was named He Mingxu. It was not his hegemony, but He Mingxu's weight, which he knew very well.
If He Yan hadn't refused, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to pass on the title of head of the family to He Mingxu.
What I didn't expect was that my son didn't have much ability to win over people's hearts when it came to handling family affairs, but he did have some tricks.
"That's what you mean too?"
He Chuan did not respond to anyone, but looked at He Mingxu and asked.
He Mingxu kept his head down, not even daring to look at He Chuan.
"Keep your head up!"
He Chuan shouted angrily.
This time, He Mingxu raised his head and looked at He Chuan.
"Tell me, you also want me to delegate power, right?"
He Chuan asked again.
He Mingxu was no longer silent, gritted his teeth and said: "Since you have handed over the position of the head of the family to me, please also ask father to delegate power! I will do my best to make the He family stronger!"
"Second uncle! How can you say such things to grandpa?"
He Yan couldn't help it anymore, her face was full of disbelief.
In her impression, He Mingxu had never been such a person.
"Don't call me! You have been expelled from the He family, and the relationship between you and me has been severed!" He Mingxu said angrily.
He Yan bit her red lips tightly and said nothing. She kept looking at He Chuan with her red eyes.
After He Chuan received He Mingxu's reply, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He, who was already in his seventies, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
He smiled self-deprecatingly: "It turns out that in your eyes, power is more important than me as a father."
"Mingxu, do you know why I have been the head of the family for so many years without delegating power?"
He Chuan suddenly asked calmly.
When He Mingxu heard this topic, a trace of anger appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it because you like power?"
"Otherwise, why are you unwilling to delegate power? I am your son and the only heir to the He family. Why have you maintained hegemony for so long?"
"Do you know what people outside say about me?"
"They say I am incompetent and a short-sighted loser. Even if I am the only heir to the He family, as long as you don't die, I will have no hope of inheriting the title of head of the family in this life."
"It's all your fault. You're already old. Wouldn't it be nice to abdicate in peace, raise flowers and plants, and enjoy your old age in peace?"
"Why do you want to dominate the position of the head of the family and let me become a trash in other people's words?"
He Mingxu completely broke out, extremely emotional, and yelled at He Chuan, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered over the years.
He Chuan remained silent and listened quietly. When He Mingxu finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "So even your son thinks that I am a person who likes hegemony?"
"Isn't it?" He Mingxu said angrily.
"Then do you know how much energy I have spent cultivating you over the years?"
"If it weren't for your lack of ability, would I have occupied the position of head of the family and refused to give up my power?"
"Now you blame me for your hegemony? I am already a dying person, but I worry about the affairs of the He family. Don't I know how to decentralize power and provide for the elderly?"
He Chuan asked again and again, his face full of disappointment.
