"Xiaoqing, then what do you say we should do?"
"What to do? Don't you want to take back your shares in Yinglun Group, don't you want to become the chairman yourself?"
A cold, eerie glint shimmered in Xu Ziqing's eyes as she smiled sinisterly at Zhou Ting, taking out a package from her hand and shaking it at her.
"The opportunity lies before you; whether you choose to be lavishly rich or remain in dire poverty is up to you."
Following Xu Ziqing's gesturing hand, Zhou Ting turned her eyes, and saw Xia Weiyi standing by the sink washing her hands, alone in the otherwise empty bathroom.
She bit her lip, and with a resolve of go big or go home, she said, "Fine! I'll do as you say..."
Hearing this, Xu Ziqing smiled, clicked her high heels, and swaggered into the bathroom.
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