"Lingling, tell me, what have you been up to lately?"
Qiao Ling shook her head frantically, looking pitiful, "No, I haven't, I haven't done anything, Dad, is it really him? But the Wei and Qiao families have been old friends, why would he do this?"
"Old friends? Even the deepest friendships are built on interests." Father Qiao snorted coldly, "Actually, we've been careless. We should have been wary of him when he first invested in Qiao's."
The rest of the Qiao family nodded in agreement, "Yes, Wei Chengfeng has always had big ambitions."
Qiao Ling regained her composure at this moment and frowned, saying, "Even though we know he has big ambitions, can we guard against it? We've been trying to buy those scattered shares all along but haven't succeeded, right? Yet he managed to do it effortlessly. Is it our failure to be timely, or is it our inherent lack of ability?"
