When Rong Xianning arrived at the company, he heard Ding Meng's roaring voice from afar: "Sue them all, collect the list one by one, I'm not letting anyone off this time."
The anger was boiling.
Fang Hui, with sharp eyes, saw Rong Xianning and quickly reminded Ding Meng, "Xiao Rong is here."
Ding Meng turned and saw Rong Xianning, and his anger intensified.
"What kind of sins did you commit in a past life to deserve such a father in this one, who won't stop until he ruins you."
The young boy's face was pale, his thin lips tightly pressed.
Ding Meng sighed, he must be feeling the worst, why say such harsh words to provoke him, he's just a fourteen-year-old child.
She noticed a girl following behind Rong Xianning, slender in build, and it wasn't until she stepped out of the shadows that her face became clear.
"Shen You'an? What are you doing here?"
Ding Meng was quite annoyed, already busy, and now she had come to stir up trouble.
