Ou Lan took a step back, her previous confidence somewhat diminished by Zhan Moxiao's icy gaze and words, "Well, I really can't be a good general manager. I might actually drive the company into bankruptcy."
Zhan Moxiao's cold and compelling gaze fixed on her petite face, exuding the annoyed majesty of an emperor toward his subject, "Have you forgotten what I said?"
"Wh, what did you say?"
"I've said it before, even if Huaguan Shopping Mall goes under, I wouldn't care. It's meant to be a training ground for you, so train well!"
"I don't want to train."
"Why shouldn't you train, huh? As the future Madam of the House for the Zhan Family and Young Lady Zhan, are you planning to freeload forever?"
"Who's freeloading?!" Ou Lan argued back instinctively, raising her voice in frustration.
