In the Conference Hall, Yue Zheng sternly scolded Yue Hua in front of everyone.
"Uncle, stop putting on an act, take a seat. I have already sent someone to notify the higher-ups of the Silver Moon Commerce Association," Yue Qing said, her lips curling into a disdainful smile upon seeing the movements of Yue Zheng and his son in the Conference Hall.
Upon hearing Yue Qing's words, Yue Zheng paused slightly before giving an awkward smile, his gaze growing darker: "Take a seat? Where shall I sit?"
Ever since the Old President fell deeper into his poisoning and stepped back from managing the Silver Moon Commerce Association, Yue Zheng took his place, so he has always sat in the Chairman's seat in the Conference Hall.
Now that Yue Qing had returned and sat directly in the Chairman's seat, Yue Zheng found himself at a loss.
Yue Qing said with a smile, "Naturally, you should sit in your Vice Chairman's seat. Or could it be that uncle wishes to take my seat here?"
