The Shao family thought they had found a new navigator who could lead them to the pinnacle. Every one of them disparaged Shao Yang's family, wishing they could kill them and be done with it.
They truly did have that idea, because only the dead could keep secrets.
Back then, they had conspired to murder Shao Ke's parents. Every single person here had participated, whether actively or passively.
Now Shao Lao'er's family was useless, while Shao Ke controlled the vast Bairun Group. As long as he was willing, restoring the Shao Corporation to its former glory would be child's play.
So the useless could not be allowed to remain.
In the luxurious conference room, Shao Ke calmly watched them exchange malicious intentions through their eyes.
Heh. Dogs tearing into each other.
But he had no more time to waste on their antics.
The worst part of filming in winter was shooting outdoors. It was tolerable if the scene was set in the same season, but if they happened to be filming summer scenes, the suffering could be unbearable.
As luck would have it, that very misfortune befell Yan Ningke.
He held a mouthful of ice before delivering each line. By the end of a scene, his mouth was numb, and he was covered in heat patches.
Yan Ningke had it a little easier as a man, but the women had a miserable time. Their constitutions were already yin, and just standing outside for a while left them shivering all over.
"Qianyue, want some hot soup?"
After a month of filming, the two had long since grown familiar, and Shen Qianyue did not stand on ceremony. "What kind?"
Yan Ningke poured her a bowl. "Pork tripe chicken soup."
It was a nourishing soup ideally suited to winter, personally simmered by