Qin Miaomiao looked at him and said coldly:
"The company's credibility has dropped to below zero. It's the perfect time to distribute the salary while the reporters are here, otherwise, Xingyao Group is truly doomed."
Qin Lin looked at his niece who was reprimanding him. Naturally, he had other thoughts in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Qin Miaomiao was too lazy to waste more words, opened the door, and walked out.
Employees and reporters swarmed over.
"I'm Qin Hanbo's daughter, Qin Miaomiao. I've come to tell everyone that the funds are already in place. The finance department is calculating the figures and will distribute all the owed salaries. Please don't worry.
"Why should we believe you!"
Someone shouted angrily, and others followed suit;
"Yeah, why should we believe you!"
"Because I am Qin Hanbo's daughter! I swear in my father's name that all the owed wages will surely be paid back to you."
