[ZHU ANCESTRAL HOME]
"Madam." Butler Fu called worriedly, standing behind the rocking chair where Old Madam Zhu had been spending her days. "The Young Master has taken over the minister's office. Do you want to see his press conference?"
The Old Madam didn't speak, staring quietly at the flowers blooming in the courtyard. "Those boys… they don't even bother checking up on their grandmother," she harrumphed quietly. "Until when would they get angry at me?"
"Madam."
"Butler Fu, summon Dominic home," Old Madam Zhu remarked in the same grumpy tone. "This time, tell him it's a matter of life and death. That kid is getting himself in too much trouble. How could he let his children move places every few months?"