Ye Tianjing sighed, "Yes, that's why I regret not stopping you earlier."
Ye Tianjiao had no mood to listen to his preaching: "What has happened has happened. But we haven't reached the point of selling the old house. I'm not a big star. The scandal will pass quickly. And don't we have a batch of goods that are about to be shipped out?"
"As long as we deliver those goods and get the money, we can turn things around. There's no need to sell the old house."
The old Ye family house had great Feng Shui and was grandly decorated. It was one of the earliest mansions in A City.
Many people coveted it, but it was priceless. Living here was a symbol of status.
If we were to move out, wouldn't it be obvious that the Ye family was going bankrupt?
"It's easy for you to say. The goods haven't been fully shipped, the suppliers are chasing for the final payment, the workers need their wages, and the company needs to turn over. Isn't all of this money?"