"If you don't believe me, you can cancel our cooperation. After all, whether Lu Moqing regains his memory or not, it doesn't make any difference to me."
She coldly looked at the man across from her and said:
"Even if he regains his memory, I'm still his highly respected and trusted Aunt Rong. As for your little group, you're nothing more than bugs in a gutter, unable to make any progress and not going anywhere."
Her words were very rude.
Over the years, she had been spoiled and protected by Lu Moqing. Rong Ying did and said as she pleased, whatever she wanted.
Like at this moment when the man across her initially doubted her professionalism, Rong Ying went from disdain to anger, and her words became harsher.
Fuming the man across her, who was used to being praised, he now had a dark expression.
He stood up abruptly from the sofa and said:
