In the office.
Liang Jue listened to the words of the Beiming Hall subordinate, but his expression clearly softened somewhat.
"So, Mr. Liang, please reconsider and don't act impulsively. You can think of this company as a meeting gift from the Hall Master to Miss Xiaoxiao," the subordinate continued to persuade.
The door creaked open, and Liang Anya walked in.
"Anya, why are you here?" Liang Jue was startled.
"Miss Liang," the subordinate greeted respectfully.
"He's right, brother, don't be impulsive."
Liang Jue frowned, "But—"
"Since it's from the Hall Master for his daughter, why not take it? If you won't, I'll take it for Xiaoxiao and ask you, her uncle, to help manage it. Is that okay?"
"Anya—"
Liang Anya interrupted, "Brother, let's decide happily like this."
With that, she walked over, picked up the large ledger and documents on the table, and placed them back in the office's glass cabinet.
