"Who could possibly bully your aunt?"
The general manager, teary-eyed, glared at Zhong Cheng, "You brat, what are you doing at the hotel again? Messing around with your troublemaking friends? I'm not covering for you anymore."
Zhong Cheng immediately surrendered, "Come on, Auntie, I was discussing business with friends, doing serious stuff, not messing around."
"Oh, please, as if I don't know you."
"Let's not talk about that now. You weren't bullied, so why are you crying so much?"
The general manager immediately pointed at another computer, where a recording of Xiao Heng's proposal was playing. "Look, it's the eldest son of the Xiao Family proposing. It's so heartfelt, it made me cry."
"The eldest son of the Xiao Family?" Zhong Cheng sat closer. "It can't be Xiao Heng, right?"
