"It's not too early, I just found out this afternoon." Old Mr. Seymour had spent the afternoon processing it, and could now face the situation calmly.
"Little Uncle really didn't tell anyone." Julian Campbell exclaimed.
"Indeed, because he doesn't think the company is anything remarkable." It must be said that Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour understood their grandson well.
Julian opened his mouth, with so many surprising words stuck in his throat, seemingly ready to spill out. But thinking it over, there didn't seem to be anything to say after all.
His little uncle really was just that kind of person.
In their eyes, the high and mighty Peace Group was just another money-making company to his little uncle.
"I feel like my little uncle is really free from the worldly matters, transcendent." Julian marveled.
Old Mrs. Seymour playfully scolded, "Alright, knowing such news has made you so excited. Did you just come from your little uncle's place?"
