Yan Zhenting was extremely angry, clutching his crutches and breathing heavily.
Yan Zhenzhen stood in front of him, with no trace of composure on her face, "If you don't let me vent my anger, dad, why did you agree to let me go to Song Xiang's place?"
"I know you are angry, so I let you out. You can rob Song Xiang's office and cause trouble for her. But don't you have any brains? You insulted Song Xiang in front of so many people because you were afraid that no one would know.
Is the daughter of the Yan family arrogant and domineering?!"
Yan Zhenting was so angry that his hands were trembling and he was scolding loudly. Yao Yiyi walked in again, comforting him and saying good things to Yan Zhenzhen.
"The child is still young..."
When Yan Zhenting heard this, he became even more angry and threw Yao Yiyi away.
"Even if you are used to her, don't you know why the Gong family doesn't want her? As long as she has half the brains of Song Xiang, others won't dislike her!"
Yan Zhenzhen hated Song Xiang so much. How could she hear her father say that Song Xiang was better than her? She immediately stamped her feet and screamed.
"Hello Song Xiang! Why don't you let her marry Yan Han!"
Snap!
The old man didn't think twice and slapped him in the face.
Yan Zhenzhen was caught off guard and fell to the ground suddenly, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"Letting you go to a small company like Yue Ji is to let you compete with Song Xiang and learn from her. Even if I am no longer around in the future, you will be able to manage one or two small companies yourself without looking at other people's faces!"
Yan Zhenzhen was shocked and looked up at Yan Zhenting, "One or two small companies?"
"Otherwise?" Yan Zhenting glanced at Yaonv with a look of hatred, and his body swayed.
In the early years, he did gradually become estranged from his son, but as he got older, he saw things more clearly.
Yan's family is already in the hands of Yan Zhicheng and his son. It's okay that Yan Zhenzhen is capable, but Yao Yiyi has to be raised and crippled. Once he is gone in the future, no one will be kind to their mother and daughter.
It is impossible for Song Xiang to enter the Yan family. The person who will become the mistress of the Yan family in the future will definitely be a wealthy daughter.
Yan Zhenzhen can't even deal with Song Xiang, how will she deal with and tolerate her powerful niece-in-law from her mother's family in the future?
"Dad, you promised me that you would give me shares!"
The daughter was still yelling in her ears, which made the old man have a headache. Yao Yiyi helped him sit down beside him, and the mother and daughter squatted on his legs, one on the left and the other on the right.
Yao Yiyi let it go, it was dispensable. But Yan Zhenzhen was someone he had loved for many years, so how could he not care about her.
"Observe Song Xiang with your heart and brain, and be patient when dealing with the enemy. There is no point in trying to be quick."
"If you gain a foothold in Yueji, I will give you the last bit of Yan's shares I have."
Hearing this, both mother and daughter became quiet.
Yan Zhenzhen took a breath. Yan Zhenting still had at least 5% of Yan's shares in his hands. That was not a small amount, it was an astronomical figure.
Feeling much more at ease, he leaned on Yan Zhenting's knees again, "Dad, I hate it so much. Who is that woman? She dares to plot against me like that!"
Yan Zhenting sighed, raised his hand and stroked his daughter's head, "Don't worry, she is a talent, Yue Ji will go up in her hands, you stay with Yue Ji, be smart..."
Yan Zhenzhen blinked, calmed down, and prayed: "Dad, please teach me."
Yan Zhenting looked at his daughter and said in a slightly slower tone, "I'm going to the company tomorrow. You..."