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"The wine supply chain of C Airlines has been used by Jiang Lin to curry favor smoothly," she said as she uncovered the blanket and got out of bed, shuffling in her slippers toward the bathroom.
"Who?" Fu Jing spat out a single word, clearly in a bad mood.
Apparently, she hadn't expected Jiang Lin to pull such a stunt and hand over the duck that was ready for the plucking to someone else.
"Yang Yifan."
Inside the bathroom, the sound of Jiang Muwan's voice mixed with the running water.
Upon hearing the name Yang Yifan, Fu Jing took a few steps into the bathroom and stood at the door, looking at Jiang Muwan, who was washing her hands, and asked coldly, "It's not your stepmother's doing again, is it?"
"Eight or nine out of ten," who else would have such ability?
Yang Yifan had been severely weakened by the last incident with Hengxin Cruise, and without someone pulling strings for him, he couldn't make a comeback.
