Li Qingyu rushed directly to the floor where Shao Wenyuan was working.

She didn't knock on the door, she directly opened Shao Wenyuan's office, raised her eyebrows, and shouted at him: "Shao Wenyuan!"

The secretary, who was sorting out documents in the office, was taken aback.

She subconsciously turned her head, and after seeing Li Qingyu's face clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Mrs. Shao?"

"Are you looking for the chairman?" the secretary called politely, and then explained, "The chairman is in a meeting, why don't you wait in the office for a while—"

"Wait?" Li Qingyu interrupted the secretary sarcastically.

She turned her head to look around the office, then said impatiently, "Where is he?"

Li Qingyu turned his head and walked out, looking at the sign posted on the door as he walked: "Meeting? I don't care what meeting he is having! I want him to come out immediately and give me an explanation!"

The secretary was taken aback.

She hurriedly chased after her, trying to stop Li Qingyu: "Mrs. Shao! The company is holding a board meeting, you can't go in so rashly!"

The secretary tried his best to persuade Li Qingyu, but Li Qingyu was already carried away by surprise and anger.

She pushed the secretary away, her eyes fell on the door with the "conference room" sign for a moment, and then she directly pressed the doorknob, pushed the door and broke in!

There was a sudden silence in the conference room.

The conference room was huge, with a long table in it, and the tables were full of people on either side, and a man stood in front of the table, and behind him was a screen.

The man seemed to be saying something, but was interrupted by Li Qingyu, who suddenly broke in.

The man frowned, glanced at Li Qingyu with displeasure, and then turned his head to look at Shao Wenyuan on the right hand side, and motioned to him: "Your wife." ”

Shao Wenyuan hurriedly stood up, he pulled out his chair, stepped in front of Li Qingyu in three or two steps, and whispered, "Why are you here?"

His brows furrowed and loosened: "Didn't I tell you that I would wait to go home?"

Shao Wenyuan wanted to take Li Qingyu's hand, but Li Qingyu waved his hand sharply and took a step back: "Wait for you to go home?"

She raised her eyebrows sarcastically, "I can't wait. ”

Li Qingyu raised his hand suddenly, threw the appraisal certificate he was holding in his palm to the ground, and roared: "I'll see how you want to explain!"

Shao Wenyuan was stunned for a moment.

He frowned, crouched down and picked up the crumpled identification, then flattened it and glanced down.

Shao Wenyuan's face changed suddenly.

He squeezed the appraisal book a little harder, and forced a smile: "Why is this kind of thing again?"

Shao Wenyuan thought back to the previous solutions, and said with a smirk: "How can you still believe in this kind of thing, Xiaoya is the daughter we raised with our own hands." ”

"Did someone send an anonymous courier again?" Shao Wenyuan asked deliberately: "Or is it who is here to sow discord and send this kind of fake-"

"Fake?" Li Qingyu sneered.

She raised her hand and pulled the appraisal book, slammed it on the table, and her voice suddenly rose: "This is the appraisal I went to the hospital to do!"

Shao Wenyuan looked at Li Qingyu in a hurry.

Li Qingyu stared at him, and his voice suddenly raised: "I also want to know! Why did I finally give birth to a daughter who was raised by my own hands! I have no blood relationship!"

There was silence in the conference room.

In the dead silence, there was a crisp knock on the door, followed by a clear voice: "Because it's not your daughter at all." ”