"I, well, don't have much on my mind."
Mo Wanqing picked up the cup on the table, took a small sip, and said, "I'm just tired and want to rest properly."
"Even so, you didn't have to transfer the company to my name."
Xia Liu said helplessly.
"To rest, one must truly rest and not get involved with other matters."
"I can understand that, but I can't accept it. The Wanqing Group is your life's work," Xia Liu said earnestly.
"If it weren't for you, the Wanqing Group would have become someone else's by now, so I don't plan on continuing anymore."
Thinking back on the worries of these days, Mo Wanqing truly felt helpless.
Perhaps only when one has nothing left do all worries disappear.
"Aunt Qing, that's not acceptable. You're my friend, and I fight for you, not to see this outcome."
Xia Liu heard not fatigue in Mo Wanqing's words, but self-blame.
