Upon hearing these words, Old Wang hesitated, her expression changing. "My son is busy. How about you go back first, and when he's not busy, I'll slowly explain the matter to him. After all, we are relatives. Are you afraid that I will run away?"
Wang Yue put away the smile on her face and said calmly, "You're right. We are relatives, and helping each other is only natural. I'll leave for now. If you encounter any trouble, you can call me directly."
Wang Yue handed over her business card and proudly walked away with her handbag.
Behind her, Old Wang watched her alluring figure leave, then lowered her head to look at the business card.
After work that evening, she called her son, Zhou Nan, and told him about the encounter with Wang Yue at the manor.
