Yaxin spoke confidently, with an aggressive demeanor as if Xiao Xi owed her something.
"Don't you feel ridiculous and absurd? Just like a clown."
Zhang Min, who had been standing silently nearby, walked over to Xiao Xi, a motherly smile at the corner of her mouth: "Xiao Xi, Yaxin is still young and clueless, don't bother with her. Since we're all family, let Jing Han help the company."
Xiao Xi disdainfully removed Zhang Min's hand, her eyes filled with an autumn chill: "Watching you and your daughter go to Hell wouldn't even satisfy me, so why do you think I'd help you?"
Zhang Min clenched her back teeth, doing her best to suppress the anger within: "Your father is old and can't handle such changes. For all he's done in raising you, you should help out."
Li Manman couldn't take any more, her words sharp as knives: "Didn't Han Guanghong father that one too? The last crisis was resolved with Lu Jinghan's money. Even by rotation, it would be your daughter's turn, wouldn't it?"
