Ling Ruonan didn't say anything immediately but went over to prepare a cup of tea for Luo Ziling, and after making a cup of milk tea for herself, she sat down to continue discussing the matter.
"The crisis on the surface has been resolved, but the crisis behind the scenes is still continuing," Ling Ruonan said, her face turning cold. "Today, after dinner, my father directly arranged for my aunt's son—that is, Ling Minglan's youngest son, a man named Lin Jiaming—to take a position at Northern Group as my deputy. You don't need me to tell you what this arrangement means, the purpose is to wrest control of Northern Group from me. After all, I'm no longer devoted to the Ling Family, and they don't trust leaving the biggest enterprise of the Ling Family in my hands."
Luo Ziling's expression also changed. "It looks like we're still going to be unlucky in the end."
