Shen Wanxing snorted as she watched her walk away, "Silly child, it's your little uncle who clings to me, refusing to let go!"
"Cough cough..."
This throat, it just can't take much talking.
She had been yelling just now, and now her throat felt like it was on fire. It seemed that today she was doomed to observe a vow of silence. She'd better speak less. She should ask Uncle Fu if he had any folk remedies; her tonsils were inflamed again, and she wondered whether it was He Xizhou's doing.
Shen Wanxing sent a text message to cancel the Shen's meeting that day.
She still had to make a trip to the company to maintain its operations since Shen Heng had been driven out. The thirty-five percent of shares he still held were irregular and conferred no real power. Once all the judgments were in, that thirty-five percent would return to the Shens' ownership through a buyback.
