Pingjiang, Yiyu Tea House Parking Lot
Tang Wan was about to drive away, carrying some things in her hands. As she pulled out the car keys from her bag, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps from behind. Instinctively looking back, Lun Huiru grabbed her arm.
"Tang Wan, I'm begging you, please let the He Family go."
"Mrs. He, as I've said, I have no control over business matters," Tang Wan frowned and tried to pull away.
But with her hands full, she was at a disadvantage; Lun Huiru used brute force, making it impossible for Tang Wan to break free.
"How could you possibly have no control? It is because of my issue that your father is taking out his anger on the He Family company..."
"Businesspeople prioritize interests."
"Who would believe that?" Lun Huiru scoffed.
Tang Wan didn't really care, "Even if it is out of anger, what of it? Were our roles reversed, given the He Family's usual way of doing things, I probably wouldn't have been able to stay in Pingjiang."
