"Chen Meng'er, don't make it sound like it's all my fault. If you hadn't forced me to this extent, I wouldn't have made such a move." Jiang Guoqiang still pushed all the blame on others.
"Oh, you mean, I broke the contract first, right? Do you think that the Wharton family wouldn't agree to help you because of me?" Chen Meng'er was angered by Jiang Guoqiang's words and laughed.
"Isn't that so? If it weren't for you, the future successor of the Wharton family would have refused to help the Jiang family. The Jiang family has worked with the Wharton family for many years and has always been a very close ally. If it wasn't for you, why would they leave us in the lurch this time?" The more Jiang Guoqiang spoke, the more agitated he became. The way he looked at Chen Meng'er was as if he wanted to swallow Chen Meng'er alive.
