"How could this happen?"
In the Dong Group office building, Dong Min, who had practically taken up residence in the office these days, couldn't help but utter a light query.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, Dong Ziqiang turned around with a smile and said, "Bai Huanyu won't be out for the next few years, all his supporters have turned to us.
Now only Xiao Feng is left, struggling alone, isn't this exactly what we wanted?
If you ask me, this is our Dong family's ancestors watching over us from above. We should take the time to go home and pay respects to our ancestors in the shrine."
Dong Min frowned slightly, automatically ignoring the last sentence, exhaled a long breath and said, "These are indeed good things, but too many good things may not necessarily be good.
Perhaps my worries are somewhat unnecessary, but they are certainly not unwarranted!"
