Yang Yifan seemed to see the future of the textile.
A future too dreadful to behold.
"I want to seek reconciliation with Jiang Muwan," Yang Yifan said, looking at Jiang Lin who was sitting in front of him.
He wanted to reconcile with Jiang Muwan. At the very least, it could save the textile. If they didn't reconcile and continued the conflict, the textile would fall into ruin, and they would be left with nothing.
By seeking reconciliation with Jiang Muwan, at the very least, the textile could be saved.
To hold on to the enterprise he had painstakingly established.
In business terms, it would be called a merger.
This way, no matter how it turned out, the enterprise could still be preserved.
"What if she doesn't agree?" Jiang Lin did not refute Yang Yifan's idea.
Instead, he calmly asked.
Although he knew Jiang Muwan would not agree to a casual reconciliation with Yang Yifan, even if she did agree, she would have conditions.
