Beauty Lin called the other party over, but it wasn't to humiliate them—she represents Guojia Machinery now.
To humiliate someone using public power for private matters, when isn't it possible? Why do it at this critical juncture?
So she ignored the other's words, even though he was an old senior, "Whatever prejudice you have, I don't care; what I need to say is... do you want to smooth things over with Feng Jun?"
"I dream about it," the old boss responded without hesitation, then sighed, "It's your young generation's era now."
Beauty Lin was indifferent to his lamentation—the old timers' cries are something she's seen too much of as the new generation, no sympathy here, "So you want to smooth things over, right?"
"Definitely want to smooth it over, must smooth it over," the old man nodded without hesitation, "This old body I don't care about, but my son, I have to protect... you'll have your own son one day!"
