At the same time in the conference room, the faces of the An Family mother and daughter were equally ugly.
"Mom, what exactly are we supposed to do now?" When it came to business, An Yuya didn't understand a thing, so she could only pin all her hopes on her own mother.
The other woman kept her face cold, brows knitted, full of impatience: "Ask, all you know is to ask. How would I know? All you do all day is spend money, you can't help with anything."
"Mom…" An Yuya protested in a small voice.
"What? Did I say anything wrong? Look at you, what else can you do besides spend money? Compared to your Brother, you're way too far behind."
The moment Brother was mentioned, a calculation suddenly surfaced in An Yuya's heart: "Mom, the company's in this kind of trouble now, Brother is your son, he has an obligation to help you, doesn't he?"
Because of what she said, the other woman's brows furrowed even tighter: "What do you mean by that?"
