Meng Chengyu started to panic. All his previous nonchalance was gone, replaced by an equal measure of frantic alarm.
In the past, whenever he got into trouble, his family would always find a way to clean up his mess. But now, Meng Chengyu suddenly had a feeling that this time was different.
"Chengyu, don't panic. Mom and Dad will figure something out! Don't panic!"
"Si Jia, didn't you say you're on personal terms with the person from your company who's investigating this? Why don't you go ask them for a favor? See if they can bend the rules a little. We'll do whatever it takes!"
"Mom, it's useless!"
If it were anyone else, Meng Sijia might not be so sure, but it just had to be Lu Cheng—the one man who never, ever played favorites.
Besides, what kind of personal connection could she possibly have with Lu Cheng? The memory of his merciless attitude toward her was still fresh in Meng Sijia's mind.
