As they walked out, Song Wenli sized up Jian Ran from top to bottom and then said coldly, "A few years have passed, and you really have grown some nerve, even getting a job at Haoting?"
"That has nothing to do with you, get to the point!" Jian Ran pursed her lips, then spoke.
She didn't want to deal with Song Wenli at all; just thinking about what she had done to her and her mother made her so angry it was like biting steel.
"Hmph, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You know very well that this is my son-in-law's company, are you here specifically to give Rourou trouble?" Song Wenli accused.
Jian Ran was so amused she laughed. It really was funny, "Miss Song, our president isn't married yet, is he?"
The thickness of her face really was at its limit.
"That's just a matter of time; they're almost engaged. Anyway, you little vixen shouldn't think about playing any tricks, or I won't be polite to you," Song Wenli said, annoyed by Jian Ran's rebuttal.
