"Who said I don't bear the Qin name?"
"Who said the Qin Family is going to fall?"
"Who said I can only rely on men?"
Qin Xin sat at the head of the meeting table, speaking coldly.
Behind her stood a line of bodyguards, their expressions stern.
The shareholders were dumbfounded, hastily putting down their cards, and couldn't help but return to their seats silently, seated neatly on both sides of the long conference table.
Sure enough, when you talk behind someone's back, they show up.
The shareholders were intimidated by Qin Xin's aura, unable to regain their composure for quite a while.
Finally, Mrs. Qin's cousin, the man Qin Xin and Qin Wenrou had to call uncle, coughed twice and said:
"Qin Xin, you're back. Since you're here, let's be straightforward. You know best if the Qin Family is going to collapse, right? There's not a penny of cash on the books, and your husband's family refuses to sponsor even a dime. Isn't it only a matter of time before the Qin Family is doomed?"
