Old Lady Luo was worried, deeply worried.
She regretted having teamed up with Boss He to hurt Luo Ning.
Not only had they failed to bring Luo Ning down, but they had also given her and others the opportunity and reason to teach her own son and grandson a lesson—it was a case of trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice...
"I remember, President Ling of Shengtian Group, Ling Yuzhu, said at the banquet that if anyone wanted to cause trouble for Ning'er, they should have a word with her."
Mo Han fished out his phone from his pocket, and while fiddling with it, he said, "Ning'er, what was President Ling's number again? I feel like calling her for a chat."
Luo Ning, understanding her husband's intent, cooperated, "I think it's 1380... wait a second, let me flip through my contacts."
Just as Mo Han was about to call Ling Yuzhu, Old Lady Luo, as if someone had grabbed her throat, gasped several times and hastily waved her hand, "Mo Han! Wait! Wait!"
