What about me?
What am I supposed to do then?
Become the vice president?
If that really happens, wouldn't others laugh at me?
How can a father serve as a subordinate to his daughter?
"Chuchu... has no experience in managing the company at all. Can she run the company well as the president?" Qiao Zhenghao said with a frown.
You Yiyi sneered coldly: "Does it matter if she runs it well or not? Anyway, I've given the shares to Chuchu; the company belongs to Chuchu. Even if Chuchu loses everything, ruins it, goes bankrupt, it's still better than letting the company's money be used by your mistress and illegitimate children."
Qiao Zhenghao frowned, glaring angrily at You Yiyi, "Do you hate them that much? After all, they carry my blood."
"Precisely because they carry your blood, I hate them. Otherwise, I wouldn't know them at all; they're just strangers to me." You Yiyi retorted angrily.
The two confronted each other.
