Speaking without expression, he said, "If I remember correctly, in dad's will, my sister-in-law and Xiangting, you only have fixed assets, and there is no need for you to be involved in the company's affairs."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, closed his laptop, and headed toward the conference room door.
Assistant Wu, well-trained, packed up all of Ji Chicheng's things and followed behind him.
"This old man is going to be the death of me. I, Lin Yanqin, have been a widow in the Ji Family for more than a decade, and he treats me like this."
The more Lin Yanqin spoke, the more she felt wronged, and she suddenly burst into tears, "I might as well just die."
She lay on the conference table, crying loudly.
Because there was a grievance in her heart that she really couldn't swallow, it wasn't about the property, but about how she had been in an internal battle with Yang Yufang all her life, always held the upper hand, only to be suppressed by her in old age.
