"The will!" Song Di knew Lu Heyan wouldn't believe it and simply blurted out.
Lu Heyan sneered coldly, "The will?"
"Yes!"
"You think I would believe that?"
"You don't have to believe it!" said Song Di gravely, "It's in black and white, and notarized!"
Lu Heyan's brows tightened, "Why would he make a will?"
Song Di smiled sardonically, with a double meaning, "Indeed, I also want to ask why. For example, if something happened to Hechen, who would be the biggest beneficiary of the company?"
"What do you mean?" Lu Heyan's lips pressed into a thin line, his face cold as he looked at Song Di with displeasure.
Song Di didn't say anything more.
Lu Heyan's gaze turned to Shen Weilan, who had been silent all this while.
Meeting his gaze, Weilan said, "It's simple. Someone made a move on your brother before; that's why he prepared the will with such caution!"
Lu Heyan stood up abruptly, looking at Shen Weilan in disbelief, "He predicted that you would marry her?"
