"Hmph, just a bunch of fence-sitters."
Wearing a black tight-fitting dress, Liu Mengting snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "These people are only here because of your face, Chen Cang. Even though Tang Ming is not here, you're a bona fide seven-star martial master, who wouldn't give you face."
"That's right. If these people were truly loyal, they wouldn't have sold off Tangming Group's shares back then."
Li Xiaoli, with dark circles under her eyes, snorted contemptuously.
"Ah, when a person leaves, the tea gets cold. Everyone is just trying to survive; there's no choice."
Zhou Dafu sighed, as the former young master of the Zhou Family, he could understand the hardships of some people.
"Forget it, things have come to this, discussing it is meaningless now."
Chen Cang sighed, leading the two women towards the crowd.
Chu Batian and Xin Badao, with a few subordinates carrying offerings, followed behind the crowd, trying to minimize their presence.
