Qin Ye nodded, "Yes, I have received it. I got married, so aren't you going to show any gesture toward your granddaughter-in-law?"
Old Sir Qin: ...
This debt collector.
He glared at him annoyedly, "I'll give it when the person comes tomorrow, I can't hand it to you now."
Qin Ye noncommittally raised his eyebrows. "Anything else? If not, I need to go back and make dinner."
Old Sir Qin: ...?
He couldn't help feeling some regret.
Handing over such a large family business to this grandson... Was it really appropriate?
"Alright, scram, and remember to be at the company by eight sharp tomorrow."
Qin Ye frowned, "What's so urgent about eight? The meeting is at ten; arriving at nine is plenty early."
"Aren't you supposed to go earlier on your first day?"
"No, I'll go to the company at nine." Qin Ye had no intention of being a workaholic.
If work was going to take up all his personal time, he wouldn't stand for it.
