Zou Lili's JK skirt swayed in the cold wind as she tightened her black, gold-buttoned, academy-style jacket, shivering from the cold.
At the intersection, a glossy black Lincoln stopped. Zou Lili pulled open the door and got in, complaining, "Dad, I said I was busy tonight. You insisted I accompany Grandma for her birthday, as if a birthday is even important."
Zou Zheng's face darkened. "Aside from Qingyuan, is there nothing else important to you?" Thinking of Xi Murong's message, he felt a surge of anger. "How did the higher-ups come to know about his kickbacks? This kid is not clean, and I still don't understand what you see in him."
Zou Lili pouted, feeling wronged. "He is scared of being poor and feels inferior in front of me, desperate to prove himself." She laughed carelessly. "So what if the higher-ups found out? Who in the company would dare to say anything? Lu Mingxun isn't even handling this matter."