Hou Tingfu stood behind the old lady, pressing her lips together.
The old lady saw she couldn't answer and continued, "Do you know how much the Hou Family's stocks fell after Muyan's incident?"
Winter sunlight fell from high above, unable to dispel the cold on the ground. In the garden, camellias were in full bloom, their kaleidoscope of colors presenting a dazzling scene.
A petal, drawn by Earth's gravity, drifted to the ground where it lay among decaying petals in the black soil.
The old lady raised her hand and pointed at a stack of documents on the table.
"The company has now lost 6 billion. Tingfu, what can you use to make up the deficit? Can the Yan Family help us fill the funding gap?"
Hou Tingfu took a deep breath, the air forming ice crystals in her nasal cavity.
The old lady continued, "From the start, you married into the Yan Family to secure their protection for the Hou Family.
