"You better leave, or I'll call security over," Mingchong declared.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman took a seat right on the ground in a tantrum.
She wiped away non-existent tears from her eyes and wailed shrilly, "Why is my life so hard? I've worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay us? Is there no justice left in this world?"
Mingchong remained silent and turned to go back inside the room.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his pant leg. The middle-aged woman said frantically, "I don't care. If you don't look after your brother, I'll make a scene outside your company every day."
"Director Ming." Ye Jiuliang, hearing the escalating commotion, came out of the house.
Mingchong turned his head to look at her, his eyes slightly apologetic, and he said gently, "Jiuliang, my apologies for the scene. It's a small matter, I'll handle it quickly. Please go ahead and start the meal."
