"So this has nothing to do with Wang Ming. You must have been deceived by Chuchu and Yuxiang," Tang Xuewu said with sincere conviction, personally brewing a cup of tea and handing it to her grandfather.
"Xuewu, how can you be so naive?" Old Master Tang held her hand, sighing repeatedly. "That large order from the Yaolong Group was secured by Wang Ming for you. How could Qin Long, a cripple, possibly influence such a major deal?"
Old Master Tang's gaze was firm, allowing no room for doubt.
Just then, the secretary's voice came from outside the office. "President Tang, Mrs. Zhao is here."
"Ah!" Tang Xuewu suddenly turned around. "This is perfect, Grandfather! Wang Ming must be here too. We can ask him face-to-face, and the truth will be clear."
