"Why do you ask this?" Fu Qingtian's face was ugly, and he glared at Fu Tingyuan.

"I just want to figure out a few things."

"What does it have to do with you?" Fu Qingtian's tone was not good, she stood up and turned around to leave, Fu Tingyuan said lightly behind her: "The reason why Luo Juntian didn't want you back then, was it because he found out that you had hereditary mental illness?" ”

Fu Qingtian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

She turned around suddenly, her face slightly distorted, and she stared at Fu Tingyuan deadly.

It was an expression of being said to be in the sore spot and hating it to the bone.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her for a while, and then collected his gaze and said calmly: "So hereditary psychosis is real?" “

He didn't really have any special feelings in his heart.

He was already mentally prepared for this, maybe he was still a little unwilling, so he came to her to ask for clarification.

Fu Qingtian looked at him, and then seemed to think of something, before he sneered: "You shouldn't find out too, right?" ”

"That's pretty much it."

Fu Qingtian was stunned for a moment, but she didn't have the expression of distress and guilt of an ordinary mother, she was still there sneering, "Then Yanzong knows?" Ha...... It's really retribution, he values you so much, but you are mentally ill! Ha ha...... Retribution! ”

She really hated Yan Zong to the core.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her gloating look, there was no expression on his face, he just stood up from the sofa lightly, turned around and walked away.

There was also Fu Qingtian's wild laughter in the house, as if he was sick, which was the fastest thing in her life.

Fu Tingyuan got into the car, lowered his head and gently pinched his eyebrows.

Actually, it's nothing, it just deepens the reason why he can't go to Luo Nanchu.

Fu Tingyuan took out his mobile phone and made a call to the lawyer.

Yan Qingfeng's office door was knocked.

"Please come in." He didn't lift his head.

The young lawyer in a suit and leather shoes walked in with a briefcase, Yan Qingfeng glanced at him, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I am Mr. Fu's personal lawyer. Come here today, it was Mr. Fu who invited me to come over, please sign the documents. ”

"Sign the papers?" Yan Qingfeng raised her eyebrows. What is Fu Tingyuan doing, and when will it be his turn to sign his documents?

The lawyer took out the documents in the briefcase and handed them to Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng took it and glanced at it a few times, his face gradually distorted. He picked up the desktop phone expressionlessly and called Fu Tingyuan.

It rang for a while before it picked up.

"What for?" There was a hazy sleepiness in his voice, as if he had just woken up and was disturbed by him.

"What? I just asked you what you want to do! Yan Qingfeng looked at the stack of contracts for the asset share transfer agreement on the table, and asked through gritted teeth, "What are you smoking?" What are you sending this to my office for? ”

"These were yours." Fu Tingyuan's tone was very careless, "It's just a matter of returning to Zhao." Weird, isn't it? ”

"What the hell are you doing?" Yan Qingfeng's tone sank, "I tried my best to snatch the company, and now I want to transfer it to me?" What kind of toy do you think Yanjia wants, you want it, and you don't want it? ”

"It's not that I want it, I don't want it." Fu Tingyuan's voice has always seemed very calm, "Brother, I'm sick and I'm going to be hospitalized, so I may not be able to take care of the company." ”