Meng Meiling said indifferently, "Jinhai Industrial was founded with the money from my family, and even the land used to construct the company's headquarters belongs to us. I admit, Jinhai's development to its current scale is your achievement, but without the support of my family, even with your boundless abilities, you would only be an ordinary person struggling to survive. All I want now is an official heir status for my daughter. Is that too much to ask for?"
Shi Zhenhua remained silent, staring at a dining table that the average person could hardly dream of, and smiled.
"MeiLing, sometimes I wonder, what would have become of me today, Shi Zhenhua, if back then I sought benefits from your parents like you did today with that young man, and then made a clear separation from you?"
Meng Meiling did not speak.
"Hand me the pen."
Shi Zhenhua seemed to say.
"Since you're so well-prepared, I'm sure you brought a pen?"
