Shang Qiongying's gaze burned as she watched Li Qiao, not missing even the slightest flicker of expression, "Even Academician Jiang Hande hasn't been able to be heavily relied upon by the Council all these years.
You should understand that joining the medical council would be beneficial and harmless to you.
Or is it that... you don't have any grand ambitions and simply wish to cling to the coattails of Shang's heir, reaping the benefits without effort?"
Shang Qiongying's tone was calm and cold, but her words were extremely grating.
As if in her eyes, Li Qiao was nothing more than a little girl who relied on men.
At this moment, Li Qiao looked at her, and as their gazes met, there was a tumult of emotions.
Shang Qiongying curved her lips into a smile, her fingers gently tapping the back of her hand, "Miss Li, I'm older than you and have been through more.
Being with Shang's heir, you'll have to face more than just difficulties from some collateral branches.
