They all smoothly arrived at Mrs. Liu's office where, even from outside the door, they could hear Mrs. Liu's commanding voice: "Who the hell came up with this proposal? Scribbling on your feet would've been better than this crap! Letting my useless son handle it would look more presentable! I hired you to get shit done, not to loaf around. If you can't cut it, pack your bags and piss off!"
Liu Xiangyang scratched his head awkwardly by the door: "Don't mind him. In the old man's eyes, if you're not better than me, you're pretty much worthless."
Li Qiang certainly understood what Mrs. Liu meant. After all, it was well-known that Liu Xiangyang was a notorious spoiled brat, and to his father, as long as he didn't blow the family fortune, he was seen as doing his ancestors proud.
However, ever since Li Qiang started collaborating with Liu Xiangyang, the business had been on the right track, and Mrs. Liu had softened considerably in his attitude towards Liu Xiangyang.