The door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged woman appeared within sight—it was Li Haiqin.
Her eyes were slightly reddened, and her lips held a trace of forced pride. Though her clothes were not as luxurious as before, the pride of high society was still apparent.
"Wen Tang, your auntie has some matters she'd like to discuss with you," Li Haiqin's voice carried an almost imperceptible hoarseness, different from her usual commanding tone.
Wen Tang turned around, tucked away her lipstick, secured the cap, and with a polite distance in her smile, said, "Please come in."
It was probably about Lu Yun's matter.
Li Haiqin walked into the office, glanced around, and finally, her gaze landed on Wen Tang, full of emotion. "Ever since your father passed away, the Lu Group has nearly collapsed overnight, and now I can hardly even secure the most basic necessities of life. Ah Tang, could you see if..."
