A brief moment of contemplation.
Keane Lowell responded calmly and rationally, "Grandmother, the company has been busy lately, and the AI project is still under negotiation and discussion with the German partners. Important meetings are scheduled for the next two days."
Old Mrs. Lowell didn't expect him to be able to distinguish between priorities under such circumstances, and use company matters against her.
Her face darkened slightly, "If that's the case, then break up with her."
As soon as she spoke.
Keane's lips tightened, his brows furrowed into a sharp line.
His eyes half-closed, then he calmly left his seat without saying a word, nodded politely as he left.
Old Mrs. Lowell hurriedly called out, "Where are you going?"
Keane turned half his face back and replied in a deep voice, "To the ancestral hall."
Finished speaking, he turned and walked away.
His tall and firm back gradually disappeared before them.
