"Silly girl, giving you shares is just for a bit of security, what are you afraid of?"
The old man pulled Ning Anran to the desk and pushed a pile of documents in front of her.
"You only need to know how to collect the money; you don't need to do anything else."
After thinking for a moment, he sighed lightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Grandpa doesn't want to... doesn't want it this way, but the Mu Group is really chaotic lately, and grandpa is afraid... afraid that in the future, I may not be able to guarantee your security."
"How could it be?" Ning Anran held his big hand, her eyes warming up, turning red at once.
"Grandpa, don't say such things. Mu Group is yours; you can do whatever you want. As long as you're here, how could Mu Group be chaotic?"
The old man didn't speak, but his face grew solemn.
Ning Anran looked at him for a while before softly asking, "Grandpa, is it... is there really a problem with Mu Group?"
