Old Mrs. Song wished she could stand up and give Sun Jinrong several good slaps.
What a shameless wretch.
Just yesterday, she had privately asked her if there had been any shady dealings with Factory Director Meng, because if there were, then we couldn't publicly take this matter to court; it needed to be dealt with privately.
Otherwise, the only ones who would lose face would be our Song family.
Then, Old Mrs. Song had begrudgingly assured her that as long as she told the truth, no matter what she had received or what advantage she had taken, she wouldn't hold it against her.
Although she was old now, Old Mrs. Song still had the final say in the Song family—if she wanted to protect her, no one would dare to refuse.
If she wanted to be the factory director, that could be arranged, too. We would learn from our mistakes—it's just a matter of compensating a few tens of millions, right? Our Song family can afford that.
