Knowing the reason, after Ning Zhiyuan's cousin left, whenever someone visited, Ms. Liao, who was holding back her anger, would speak out before the other party had a chance to open their mouth.
A statue for Buddha, a breath of air for men.
She simply wanted those influence-peddling people to see that her family was doing fine, that Zhiyuan's company was doing fine, too.
They truly didn't lack their little bit.
Ning Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something, but ultimately he remained silent, tacitly consenting to his mother's approach.
Although the consequence was that the already grave condition of his company worsened with new trials and tribulations.
Without their biggest client, business at Ning Zhiyuan's company plummeted, and on top of that, there was a lot of small accounts receivable that couldn't be collected.
Despite this, he managed to return all the liquid funds his mother had borrowed within three days.
