In the office of the factory director.
Tan Xiao sat on the sofa, her face full of dejection.
Two people sat opposite her.
A man and a woman.
The woman was Feng Wenyu, around fifty years old, dressed with grace, obviously beautiful when she was young.
The man, needless to say, was Yang Feng, Feng Wenyu's husband.
"Xiaoxiao, not to fault you, but for such a big matter, how could you not handle it well? Tianyuan Factory has never faced such a big mistake. Losing money is a minor issue; the real problem is the damage to the group's reputation. Now what do you propose we do about this mess?"
Though Feng Wenyu's face showed pity.
It was evident she felt a hint of Schadenfreude.
Yang Feng, too, was visibly infuriated and said, "Just like your mother, always too impulsive. Director Zhu is such an experienced person, and you replaced him just like that. Now look what's happened—you've caused a major disaster."
"Uncle, this was my doing. It has nothing to do with my mom,"
