Lu Zhiyuan chuckled and a gleam flashed across his eyes. "You're too wrapped up in medicine. Considering your EQ, I hope you didn't do anything else to annoy Sheng Yang."
Lu Zhiyuan's guess was right—the old fox.
On the way home, Kang Weizhen realized Sheng You was in a terrible mood, but she didn't say anything. When they got home, Sheng You sat down on the sofa and suddenly said, "Let's cancel this contract with Ming Qi, OK?"
"Why?" Kang Weizhen was a little puzzled. This contract would be very profitable and would greatly boost the company's influence.
Her husband had never been so unreasonable.
Sheng You clasped his hands and turned aside. "Ming Qi never easily agrees to sign any contracts with people and has a bad temper, but he hasn't explained why he insisted on signing this contract with us. Don't you think that's strange? What on earth does he want?"
