Yi Haiyin was stunned by Yan Chengchi's directness.

The two confronted each other for several seconds before he faintly opened his lips, "Do you agree with what he promised me?"

"Why don't you agree?" Yan Chengchi walked to the desk, pulled the chair away, and took a seat calmly.

His hands were folded in front of him, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.

"Regardless of the last name, those are my grandsons. In my eyes, there is no difference."

"But, how do you explain to the elders of the Yan family? Also, conference theory is indispensable in the market..."

"Are you worried about me? I thought you would be more worried about the Yijia incense being broken in your hands." Yan Chengchi turned his chair, moved to the shelf, pulled out a document from the shelf, and handed it to Yi Haiyin.

The content of the document is very simple, just a statement.

It is clarified that all of the Yan family's properties will be inherited by Yan Shuhan in the future, and 15% of the shares of the Yan Group will be used as Yan Shumo's dowry.

But at the same time, all the properties of the Bai family will be shared by Bai Chenya and Yan Shumo's husband and wife.

Yang Shuchen does not have any property inheritance rights belonging to the Yan family.

"Don't worry, San'er will have other ideas?" Yi Haiyin just glanced briefly, and there was a surprise that couldn't be concealed.

Yan Chengchi's move is equivalent to completely demarcating Yang Shuchen from the Yan family's direct line.

"My son, Yan Chengchi, can do his own thing even if he doesn't rely on Zu Yin. These things are in the eyes of San'er, I'm afraid it is a burden, not better."

If you can choose, I'm afraid that Yang Shuchen will even give up the right to inherit the Yang family.

"..."

Yi Haiyin was choked and speechless.

Yan Chengchi was telling him that in the future, once the children of Yan Shuhan and Xiaoling had the surname Yi, then he would use the same method to silence other members of the Yan family.

With the asylum of the Yi family, no matter what the surname of that child, he will be the pride of heaven.

"Why are you willing... You are actually willing..." Yi Haiyin unconsciously exerted force while holding the document hand.

Still a little unacceptable, Yan Chengchi just agreed.

Why does he always feel like he has been calculated?

"It's you, you will definitely agree." Yan Chengchi stood up from the chair, propped his arms on the desk, his dark eyes were deep, and he looked towards Yi Haiyin.

He was able to let San'er follow his mother's surname for Xia Changyue.

Today I won't stop Yan Shuhan.

Reputation, fame, wealth... these are just outside things.

Yi Haiyin is a sensible person, and they all know what is most important to them.

People who live thoroughly are the closest to happiness.

"I understand. It's me being careful. I agree to the marriage of Han Han and Xiao Ling. However, I have another condition." Yi Haiyin was stunned for a few seconds, and the expression in his eyes changed.

"..."

"I have no objection to the marriage, but Xiaoling is still young and getting married too early, so he can only get engaged first. As for the wedding, I will talk about it four years later." Yi Haiyin stepped forward, picked up the tea cup in front of Yan Chengchi, and took a leisurely sip , Added.

"Four years?" Yan Chengchi's expression turned cold.

Obviously, you can get the certificate after two years. Yi Haiyin said four years, is it teasing him?

Does he still want his grandson?

"Why, let your father and son work together to calculate me, and don't allow me to fight back? I tell you, if you want to kidnap my little princess as your daughter-in-law, you have to wait four years, one less day!"