Gu Jinlin looked at his mother with cold eyes. "They want us to send Yao Yao to them, send gifts as an apology and bow down to them. They also want us to let them handle Mo Beihan. Mother, what do you think we should do?"
Zhou Ping was stunned.
Her cheeks twitched. "But… you can't lose your job just like that? You achieved these results with much difficulty. What will happen in the future if you lose your job? You have been doing well all this while. Why did it end up like this? What a misfortune!"
Zhou Ping sat back in the chair furiously.
The anger within Gu Jinlin was riled instantly. "If you did not hurt your leg, there indeed wouldn't be so many troubles."
Zhou Ping looked at her son in disbelief. "What did you say?"
She hollered.
Gu Jinlin remained silent.
