Especially since Xia Siyu was wearing a similar outfit to the one her mother wore when she first came to the Xia Family—dressed in a retro style for a movie role. She even had the same haircut, making her stand out even more to this group of people.
"If it's not meant to be, then follow the company's regulations properly. Vote if there's a vote, follow the procedures if there are procedures, and stop relying on personal connections. What era do you think we're in? The Daqing dynasty is long gone!"
"You!—" The granduncle, probably used to a life of comfort, was so furious his mouth twisted. "For so many years, no one has dared to speak to me like this. Even your father treated me with respect!"
"My dad is my dad, and I am me." She didn't care at all and shouted to a young man behind the granduncle: "You're recording a video!"
Startled, the person secretly recording dropped their phone on the ground with a "snap."
