Facing Zhuang Yuezhou's domineering attitude and sudden rudeness, Weilan narrowed her eyes without struggling and sneered, "What? Thinking of using force?"
At this moment, Weilan didn't feel scared at all; her eyes were ice cold.
She believed that Zhuang Yuezhou wouldn't dare to resort to force, because she was useful to the Zhuang Family.
If Zhuang Yuezhou really laid a hand on her, she would certainly not take on the Zhuang Family's affairs any longer, and that could lead to losing more for gaining less.
As the future heir to the management rights, he should understand how to weigh the pros and cons to make the most powerful decisions.
So Weilan didn't move, but instead sat on his lap, looking at him with a cold gaze.
Zhuang Yuezhou watched Weilan's eyes roll around a few times, full of confidence, and he smiled slightly, let go of Weilan, and said, "My apologies, but as things stand, you are the only one who can cure my illness, what should I do?"