Publicly threatened by his own daughter, Old Master Ye's face turned a ghastly shade of green with anger.
"You..." He gasped for breath, seemingly on the verge of being overwhelmed by the intensity of his rage.
He had long known of her wild ambitions, but never anticipated being so firmly grasped by the scruff due to her maneuvering, leading to a surge of regret in Old Master Ye's heart.
Had he known this would happen, he would never have let her enter the Ye Group, and now he was going to be bitten back by her.
Now that she had leverage in hand, Ye Yu smiled leisurely, "Dad, I'm not asking for much. The position of president will still belong to Ye Lei, Ye Miao is just assisting him, and I will do my utmost for the Ye Family as well. Isn't this a win-win situation?"
Old Master Ye remained silent, his face dark with fury.
The atmosphere was tense and suffocating.
At the doorway, a pink figure flitted by.
