When Lisa returned with the coffee, she sensed that the atmosphere had changed.
The ambiance had transformed.
When she left, Temir was like a fluffed-up, agitated cat.
But after a therapeutic conversation with Cheng Daqi, the dark-haired rich lady had completely calmed down.
The fierce emotions had ebbed away like the tide, leaving behind only a tranquil heart.
"We were just discussing how issues with profit distribution intensify the capital group's internal demands, resulting in ordinary people being squeezed even more miserably.
Under these circumstances, the public anger arising from objective contradictions needs to be vented. You understand this far, right?"
The coffee personally brewed by the blonde was indeed good; Cheng Daqi could tell it wasn't instant.
The dark-haired rich lady could understand Cheng Daqi's preamble; she just nodded vaguely, but Lisa truly had doubts.
"But what does all this have to do with oc?"
