Zheng Lingling continued, "So, you've met Mr. Mog in person?"
Zheng Xianjing smiled, "Even though I haven't officially met him yet, it's not much different from having done so. I'm privy to secrets that others don't know. Mr. Mog will sooner or later be at my mercy!"
Zheng Xianjing had never lacked self-confidence. After all, she was beautiful and from a good family. Who in all of Beijing could compare with her?
Zheng Lingling looked at Zheng Xianjing, her face full of satisfied smiles.
She was ambitious and aspired to greatness!
This was her daughter, Lingling's daughter!
Compared to a good-for-nothing like Mo Qishen, how could he ever be worthy of her precious daughter?
"Mom, I won't keep you any longer, I'm going," Zheng Xianjing turned to leave.
"Wait," Zheng Lingling called to Xianjing once again.
"What is it, mom?" Zheng Xianjing looked back.