Bab 785: She could only struggle on whilst at death's door

Song Guoqing was so angry with yang Haitao that his whole body was trembling. His eyes were about to pop out, and he looked even older.

He kept mumbling,"my company, haven't I counted it?" Can't I count if I can be saved or not? Why did that yellow-haired little girl have to decide whether it should stay or leave? What makes her think that my factory will definitely close down? She's too full of herself, they're all too full of themselves. They're all so young, they haven't even grown hair yet, they haven't even seen what the world looks like, and they dare to point fingers at me. Ridiculous, really ridiculous!"

In the deep Twilight, an old man sat in front of the window, muttering to himself in desolation, loneliness, and sorrow.

When yang Haitao returned, aunt Wu had already set the table for dinner. He glanced at it and then looked upstairs, " "Why is Jing Xing still not coming down?"