Fu Qishan, who was slapped out of the blue, felt wronged, even angry.
"Sir, that's not what I meant at all."
"Whether you meant it or not, you know very well yourself. But let me tell you explicitly, Fu Qishan, even if I die, everything of the Sheng Family has nothing to do with you. I won't give you a dime, let alone allow you to dream about using my money to keep a toy boy."
After venting his frustrations, Sheng Zhenguo felt much more comfortable.
He snorted, and without caring how embarrassed Fu Qishan was, he turned around and entered his room.
But Fu Qishan felt a chill down her spine.
It wasn't because of the slap, but because of the words Sheng Zhenguo had said.
So, had Sheng Zhenguo already made a will, and he wouldn't leave her any money when he died?
Fu Qishan was nearly driven insane.
She had endured so much in the Sheng Family; on one hand, given the current situation, she couldn't divorce.
