Mu Yan knew that Qiu Shuyun usually found fault with everyone, but since Jiang Wenhui was her daughter, saying such things in front of so many people was unthinkable.
However, in just a few days, Jiang Wenhui had changed. Not only was her hair cut short, but she also had lost some of her gentle grace, becoming more composed.
Jiang Wenhui sat on the sofa with an unclear expression, saying nothing.
Qiu Shuyun felt she was deliberately opposing her and angrily said, "Go and tell your grandpa right now that you don't want the Vice President position, and let him give it to your brother."
Jiang Wenhui, unable to bear it any longer, lowered her voice, "Mom, have you had enough? Can this position be given away just like that?"
Qiu Shuyun argued stubbornly, "Why can't it be given away? Both of you are Jiangs, siblings. What's yours is his, isn't it?"
Jiang Wenhui looked at her biased mother and fell silent again, but her eyes reddened, clearly enraged.
