Sun Jinrong felt like jumping up.
"Mom, are you joking? How can I handle merchandise worth tens of millions?"
Old Mrs. Song laughed irritably, "You are the head of a factory, and you tell me you have no way of handling this? Sun Jinrong, how could you have the audacity to say such a thing? Aren't you embarrassed?"
Seeing that Old Mrs. Song was truly angry, Sun Jinrong no longer dared to argue, but the expression on his face was far from good. The factory was in trouble now, his eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law had both arrived. What was this supposed to mean? Were they here to enjoy the drama?
And there was Song Yunuan. Most of Xiangjiang was her territory. All she had to do was give the other party a heads-up, and there would be no need to come knocking on the door like she had made a big mistake.
Song Yunuan looked at Sun Jinrong, and she was very disappointed, truly very disappointed.
Actually, she really wanted to give her younger aunt a chance.
