"I'm sorry," Chu Qin apologized.
"You've been outplayed by Song Zhizhi, a 22-year-old who just finished University. You've let me down, Chu Qin. You and your sister are my only daughters. You know what your sister is like, I don't expect her to do anything for the family. As my eldest, you should bear the responsibility of carrying on the family name. The Song Family is surpassing us in every way now. You know what you should be doing at this critical time. I never took Song Zhizhi seriously before, but it seems I was wrong. You have to find a way to remove her from the Commercial Management organization before this project ends, no matter what it takes."
"But..."
"There's no 'but'. I don't need to hear any excuses. There are no excuses," Chu Zhaotian was cold as ice.
Chu Qin bit her lip.
Chu Zhaotian had already hung up the phone.
Looking at the "call ended" message on her screen, Chu Qin trembled, repressed to the point of shaking.
It had always been this way.
