I Really Didn’t Mean to Make Money

“President Chen, is there anything else you’d like us to handle?”

Seeing that the discussion had come to an end, Song Xia asked cautiously.

President Chen seemed unusually distant today, which made her tread carefully with her words.

“There is.”

Chen Mo replied without hesitation. He hadn’t even brought up the punishment yet—of course there was still something to do.

“Please go ahead, President Chen.”

Song Xia straightened up, sitting at attention.

Chen Mo looked at both Song Xia and Su Dan, cleared his throat, and began.

“Here’s the situation. While Mingri Group focuses on running the business, we also have a responsibility to give back to society.”