"Henry! You're breaking the taboo!"
Uncle's emotions were stirred, his face flushed with anger, as if he disliked anyone mentioning his connection to selling medicine.
"No one heard just now, and Arthur Lindsey isn't here, what are you afraid of?"
Keenan Mitchell handed his well-prepared documents to him, commanding, "Follow this procedure for tomorrow's new release."
Uncle took them, glanced over briefly, and asked, "Are you sure you're not attending?"
"I don't want to expose myself for now."
Keenan Mitchell lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, looking every bit the Young Master.
"Then when do you plan to appear before the public?" Uncle still didn't know what he was planning.
"When the time is ripe," Keenan Mitchell replied confidently.
"Your mother, should we bring her over soon? We're quite stable now," Uncle knew how much he missed his mother.
"No, she can't come over yet."
