Cold indifferent eyes stared at Qiao Sheng's disgusting face, sneering and said:
"You know you don't get along with my wife, what makes you think that if you come to me directly, I'd help you?"
He was still sitting in the boss chair, looking down at Qiao Sheng sitting on the sofa.
Hearing this, Qiao Sheng's face changed abruptly, and he couldn't sit still on the sofa, getting up restlessly.
"Möqing, didn't you just say you'd help me? Why are you going back on your word now?"
Lu Moqing laughed disdainfully, "You misunderstood, I said I would help Qiao's, but not you."
As he spoke, he pointed to the file bag that Jiang Hao had just handed Qiao Sheng, which Qiao Sheng hadn't had time to open, and said, "Open it and take a look."
Qiao Sheng's heart sank, feeling a bad premonition, he quickly opened the file bag, and inside was a share transfer agreement.
Seeing these words, Qiao Sheng's heart sank even deeper.
But he could still endure.
