C392 No Right to Dictate to You

The bedroom was luxurious and solemn, with blue curtains all around. A white-haired old man with an oxygen bag hanging from his mouth was lying on a spacious chuang mat, his eyes gloomy and calm.

"Dad, Bill has arrived in the hall." Zhang Xuemann walked into the bedroom and reported.

Elder Zhang nodded and waved his hands. Zhang Xuemann immediately walked out. Soon