Of course, that phrase "insolent towards my family" directly made Vice President Liao almost collapse on the floor.
Exchanging a glance with his wife, he quickly got up and hurried to Mr. Chen, urgently explaining, "It must be a misunderstanding, this child is usually quite timid at school, and we as parents also—"
"Your sister is just a minor supervisor, not even worthy to carry my dad's shoes. Here, he who holds the higher office dictates the rules, I'm the son of the vice president, and I should come first."
Josie, expressionless, interrupted and repeated the statement verbatim.
In an instant, the entire tea room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Mrs. Liao's face changed slightly, and she nearly lost her grip on the teacup in her hand.
A teenager, already so entrenched in the disdainful hierarchy of the workplace. There was no doubt those statements had come from what he heard and saw around his guardians.
Mrs. Liao could not absolve herself of blame.
