Meanwhile, Lan Jin was sitting in Qin Yin's car, unhurriedly making her way to the press conference, seemingly without a trace of urgency, while Rong Zheng and his four brothers followed in another car.
Each of them wore a look of anger on their faces, yet none dared to speak their minds.
However, Rong Lin wasn't afraid of Stingy Master and complained indignantly, "Why does Mother get to ride in his car? Our car can fit her comfortably too!"
Rong Zheng had bought this small-sized motorhome that could fit seven or eight people precisely for such occasions, and it was very comfortable and not at all cramming.
But then what?
Mother still got into someone else's car.
They could only watch helplessly, wanting to intervene but not knowing how to start, It was the same yesterday, and it's the same today; their mood really went to the dogs.
"Should we tell Mother?" Rong Lin was about to lose it.
"Tell her what?" Rong Zheng feigned ignorance.
