Yu Heng might be used to acting as both dad and mom, so he can't stand her saying that others are happier living in their homes.
If she says that, he can immediately tell her to pack up and move to someone else's house, never to return.
When the domineering CEO speaks this way with a cold face, it's as if he is unilaterally depriving the lower class of their survival rights, and no one dares to act rashly.
Yue Ling gave a knowing smile.
"Did they say anything else? Like about future plans."
She casually took a sip of the white fungus soup and waved her hand, saying, "They'll talk about it alone with Xie Qingci after I'm gone. But a relative came yesterday and asked if we have plans to get married."
Yue Ling: "What did you say?"
"We'll talk about it in a couple of years. My manager is counting on me to climb higher in the coming years, and marriage would only hinder my development."
