Nan Family.
Seething with rage, Sheng Ruomei dialed Sheng Fushun's number.
The moment the call connected, Sheng Fushun's unpleasant, duck-like voice pierced through.
"Sheng Ruomei, you finally deigned to take my call. I was just about to pack my bags and head to City A for a few days, to have a good chat with Qingqing's new parents and tell them who their real daughter is," he sneered.
Sheng Ruomei's face twisted with fury, she wanted to strangle Sheng Fushun in person, but she remembered that all his life, he had dared to do anything, even killing. If he said he would do it, he definitely would.
She had no choice but to suppress her anger and coax him with a softer tone, "Fushun, my husband just transferred 100,000 yuan to you, use that for now. The company's situation is becoming more and more serious lately, this is already the most money we can spare."
