Han Xiaohong smiled, "Director Meng, no matter your intentions, I still thank you."
Even Meng Xiu Fen couldn't quite grasp her meaning, but since she had already spoken, looking at her gave the impression that she wasn't an ordinary family's child and wouldn't lose herself over trivial gains.
After sending Han Xiaohong away, Meng Xiu Fen went to the back to rest herself.
She self-deprecatingly chuckled, thinking that even if she managed to stop Han Xiaohong this time, there were still Zhou Xiaohong and Wu Xiaohong. The real problem lay with Kong Demin.
She couldn't hold Kong Demin down, and the best course now was to have him marry Zheng Xiuxiang. But he showed no signs of willingness.
Now she finally saw through Kong Demin; he just wanted to play around and still have someone to bear children for him.
Suddenly, Meng Xiu Fen felt she grasped something, a fleeting thought in her mind. Yes, just find him a wife who can't conceive, so his future wife won't bear children either.
