In the villa at Tinglan Waterside, Qin Yuji stared at the television with a heavy heart.
On the TV, although Luo Zhanning's hair was gray, he exuded vitality and looked inexplicably proud with a rosy complexion.
Too many reporters surrounded him, firing questions from all sides, and no one could hear what he was saying. Qin Yuji only knew that that bastard Chi Jingming had handed over nearly thirty percent of Dijing's shares to Luo Zhanning.
Thinking about the problems that would follow, Qin Yuji felt an unspeakable irritation.
With a wave of her hand, she pressed the remote control and turned off the television.
Fuming, sitting on the sofa, Qin Yuji didn't know whether she should call Chi Jingxuan.
In the news, the headquarters of Dijing Group was crowded with reporters for coverage, and surely, his mood must be terrible right now?
Thinking secretly, wondering if now was the right time to disturb him, Qin Yuji held her phone, her face puzzled.
