"Mister Feng Heng."
"Yes, Miss Qiao Qi, what's the matter?"
"I heard that your distinguished mother wanted to drive away my chef with only two million?"
"What?" Feng Heng was confused.
"My chef is only worth two million? Okay, I'll give you two million, and don't bother her again. I'll keep her!"
"Wait… What are you talking about?" What two million, what driving away? Besides, that's my girl, not your chef!
"Ask your mother. I'll send you the check, don't come bother my chef."
Ming Shu hung up the video call after finishing the sentence.
Feng Heng: "…" What did my mother do behind my back?!
Why did it reach that woman!
Just kill me!
Feng Heng didn't come back to the meeting but went straight to Mother Feng. After learning what happened from Mother Feng, Feng Heng really didn't know what expression he should wear to face his mother.
