"Not exactly, what I mean is that I..." Mr. Meng considers himself eloquent, but at that moment, under Mo Siyu's indifferent gaze, his heart ached as if sliced by a blunt knife.
"If possible, I truly wish you weren't a grandson of the Meng Family." Mo Siyu spoke somberly, the old man on the sickbed, with his white, sparse hair, clearly should arouse sympathy, yet Mo Siyu couldn't muster any.
Not to mention the issue with Meng Yanzhi, even the matter concerning Qu Feng, if it wasn't for Mr. Meng's significant disapproval of him, how could Qu Feng possibly move against him privately?
Doesn't he understand what taking over the shipping company's contract means for their newly established company?
Whether it was done by Qu Feng or orchestrated by Mr. Meng through Qu Feng, Mo Siyu would hold him accountable.
After Mo Siyu spoke, he turned and left.
Upon exiting, he encountered Meng Jin.
