Wang Lingxi chimed in, "A potential stock."
Mother Wang's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously. "Right, a potential stock. Exactly, a potential stock."
"As long as you support him, his future will certainly be brilliant. The two of you will definitely live sweet, beautiful, happy lives together."
Su Qiao curled her lips sarcastically.
Right, the general manager's special assistant—the kind who took care of him personally twenty-four hours a day.
And they still had the nerve to flaunt that.
"Heh, a potential stock?"
Su Qiao glanced at Wang Zhiyao. "How come I can't see any potential in him?"
"If he really has any, it must be because it's buried too deep—buried all the way in the depths of the Pacific Ocean. It'll probably take decades before it surfaces."
"Besides, didn't he become the general manager's assistant by selling himself? How many people at his company don't know about that?"
Mother Wang finally couldn't take it anymore. She shot to her feet with a "whoosh," glaring furiously at Su Qiao. "Are those human words coming out of your mouth? You're just a young girl—how can your tongue be so venomous?"
"What do you mean, he got it by selling himself?"
"My son is outstanding. He's only a tiny general manager's assistant for now, but if he wants to, what can't he do? Even the position of general manager is well within his abilities!"
Su Qiao rolled a huge eye roll. "Yes, yes, he's capable."
"But first, go find a woman who's more capable and richer than Cen Yue, and have her take a fancy to him. Then we'll talk!"
"With that, he'll definitely have no problem becoming general manager."
No matter how they argued, they could not reach an agreement. Wang Lingxi was so furious that she slapped the coffee