Mei Qing heard this and shook her head helplessly. “What’s so good about that Yue yiming being a painter?”
Mei Ning frowned. “Sister, whether it’s good or not, I’ve already made up my mind.”
Mei Qing chuckled. “Xiao Ning, he won’t be grateful to you for doing this for Leng Jiuchen. If I Were you, I would definitely not marry that good-for-nothing Yue Yiming!”
Mei Ning didn’t like Mei Qing’s harsh words. She said angrily, “Sis! Why do you want me to marry Lu Tianyu? If you think he has the chance to be president, it’s definitely impossible.”
“Impossible? Why is it impossible? As long as you marry him, the president’s office and the Vice President’s office will join hands to defeat him!”
Mei Ning lowered his eyes and said, “With him around, no matter what, Lu Tianyu won’t have a chance.”
Mei Qing felt that Mei Ning had reached a hopeless state. She smiled sarcastically and looked at Mei Ning. “Xiao Ning, if Leng Jiuchen wanted your life now, would you give it to him?”
