The wealthy scion intimidated and enticed from the front, while behind, workers from a distillery nearly rebelled, taking the unscrupulous, black-hearted boss to task.
Liu Qiao'er's uncle had always had a difficult life; it could even be said that every step he took was an arduous struggle.
"And knowing our family was very poor, my uncle didn't say a word about it; instead, he borrowed over a hundred thousand from Sister Lin's family, but it wasn't nearly enough to fill that gap."
"Ye Ling, could you lend my uncle some money so he can get through his current predicament?"
Liu Qiao'er was also somewhat embarrassed; she really didn't want to trouble Ye Ling because of her own family.
Ye Ling smiled and patted Qiao'er's head, "Right now, it's not a question of money. Hubby could give your uncle a hundred million, a billion, but it would be useless."
