This Is Master Nie's Last Disciple

She didn't know why Wei Ling suddenly brought this up. Her heart was in a mess.

Wei Ling's indignant expression was gradually replaced by hatred. Her face was cold as she stood up and adjusted her fox fur shawl. She pursed her lips and said, "You should celebrate your success. How about this? I'll invite Professor Cheng over for a meal. You have to learn finance from him in the future and build a good relationship with him. It'll help you in the future."

Qiao Chen looked up and was stunned for half a second. When she realized what she had said, she was immediately overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Aunt!"

"Okay." Wei Ling used to look down on her flattering and ingratiating face. Ever since she experienced this, she felt that her obedient and delicate appearance was much better than some people's arrogant and domineering faces. At least, she did not bite.