Through private channels, news had already spread, and many important figures had received the message, one after another they called to express their concern.
Among them were those harboring ulterior motives or taking pleasure in others' misfortune.
Watching her mother casually chat just now, and the tiredness she couldn't hide in the corners of her eyes after hanging up the phone, Shi Qianxi felt even more the meaning behind Jiang Chen's words.
Business is like a battlefield.
Now that her father had fallen, who knew how many people were rubbing their hands together in eager anticipation, waiting to pounce? If one showed weakness at this time, it would only embolden the ambitious.
"Why aren't you resting at the hotel?"
Meng Meiling turned her head.
"Mom, you haven't eaten yet, right? I've brought you food."
Glancing at the lunch box her daughter was holding, Meng Meiling also noticed the change in her daughter's tone.
