Cheng Jia nodded joyfully, "Chairman, I definitely won't disappoint you."
When she went upstairs just now, she had heard Ah Cheng say that Mo Jingteng had been angered into the hospital twice by Mo Xiuchen and, moreover, that Mo Jingteng could only spend the rest of his life bedridden because of the stroke, which made his speech slurred and unclear.
As she talked, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.
She felt that Mo Jingteng was no longer capable of fighting against Mo Xiuchen and could only rely on her.
And she, just happened to be able to use Mo Jingteng's power to remove Wen Ran, she pursed her lips and hesitated before saying, "Chairman, given your current situation, Mo Xiuchen probably won't listen to you. May I make another suggestion?"
"What?"
Mo Jingteng's gaze darkened, seemingly unsatisfied with her bargaining.
