At this point, Su Zelin's gaze suddenly turned sharp, intentionally or unintentionally fixing on Peng Xiue.
In his previous life, as the president of a large group, he naturally had the aura of someone in power.
Once the aura was released, the guilty Peng Xiue dared not look directly at him.
She treated the old lady poorly, not only often cursing her, but also reluctant to give her any good food.
"If Grandma's health is good, then Brother Liu can work more comfortably over there, progressing further, and his position as manager would be stable. Auntie, don't you agree?"
Su Zelin smiled mildly and asked.
Peng Xiue felt a chill in her heart.
Originally unrelated matters were forcibly connected by the other party.
Clearly, this was intentional.
Whether her son's position as manager remained stable depended on her own actions.
