178 Everything will be alright, son.

"Where is that punk?!" 

Lewis and Derek turned their gaze at the door. There, Marshall Qin huffed as he looked around before marching angrily inside. 

"Good evening, Chairman Qin." Derek bowed when Marshall stood beside him. The latter glanced at him and scoffed, but said nothing as he set his focus on Lewis. 

"Grandpa," Lewis called coldly, studying Marshall's fuming mood in silence. "Get your hands off of the tax evasion case. Stop meddling with my business."

"You punk!" Marshall slammed his palm against the surface of the desk while grinding his teeth. "What do you think you are doing to my angel?!" 

Lewis's back instantly stiffed as his jaw clenched. "She will be fine."