Jiang Hongying felt humiliated after being shouted at in front of so many people.
Judging from the Old Master's appearance, he was about to establish a successor. This was her last chance. She charged.
"Mother, why are you asking me to shut up? I'm telling the truth."
"Everyone knows that Mo Beihan lost three hundred thousand yuan. Wasn't it the Mo family who paid his debts? He hasn't made a single cent, but has lost such a large sum of money. How many more three hundred thousand yuan debts can the Mo family cover?
"Things are different now. No matter how capable he seemed in the past, that does not mean he is still capable.
"Our Yunhao is different. His recent achievements are clear for all to see. Why should…"
"When he lost six hundred thousand yuan and knelt at my feet to beg me to save him, was that also clear for all to see?" Old Master Mo suddenly interrupted her.