Zhou Ling's smile stiffened slightly; she knew this day would come, but she hadn't expected it so soon. Zhu Xiangxiang was like rotten mud that couldn't be propped up against a wall.
Zhu Wentao said solemnly, "Let's meet another day, Mr. Fu. I suddenly remembered I have something to deal with."
Fu Nansheng hurriedly waved his hand, understandingly saying, "Go on, now that we have Mr. Shen, our small investors won't even enter Mr. Zhu's sight."
Zhu Wentao didn't care about the strange tone, and walked away quickly.
Lu Mi stared at the two retreating figures and said with a smile, "This Miss Zhu and Mr. Shen might not be the kind of relationship you think."
Fu Nansheng raised an eyebrow, "How can you tell?"
"Intuition."
Lu Mi twirled the huge crystal ring on her finger, "I heard Mr. Zhu is going to divorce Madam Zhu. How close do you think this daughter could be to him? Not giving him a big slap is polite enough. Men, they are all the same."
