Meng Ping's mouth twitched; when it comes to venomous words, he could never outdo Su Huili. This guy, when insulting others, even insults himself—how could you not be afraid?
Su Huai'an waved the magazine in his hand and asked with a smile: "Meng Ping, where did you get this news? Is it reliable?" He expressed doubt; it was too sudden and there had been no prior signs.
And the Steel King has substantial assets and an impressive background; how could it crumble overnight?
"Su Huai'an, are you questioning our magazine's professionalism?" Meng Ping smiled smugly, yet slyly kept an eye on Sheng Ning, who was tending to a child.
He looked a bit lost and took a while to react.
"Where did you get your news sources?"
