The sudden turn of events plunged the mourning hall into a deathly silence.
Su Mengqing was stupefied, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Zhang Meili and her two companions stared at each other, completely dumbfounded.
"No, impossible... absolutely impossible..." Liu Fang stood frozen, the color draining from her face. She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with incredulity, and looked at Yuan Youwei, who was smiling without saying a word.
"That's right, I did it," Yuan Youwei said, her smile blooming like a flower as she nodded calmly. "My uncle is a senior executive at Yuandao Properties. I can have him fire anyone I want."
"You! You!" Liu Fang clenched her fists, her entire body trembling with rage.
Yuan Youwei had mimicked her tone, throwing her own words right back at her. Liu Fang felt as if she had been slapped hard across the face, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
