Murong Cuiting gritted her teeth. This bitch probably thought that she was the white moonlight in her eldest brother's heart, so maybe he would give her a wide berth.
Murong Cuiting had actually thought in her heart that if this plan failed, then she must put all the blame on Mrs. Jones before she spoke, otherwise, she would only be the unlucky one.
The shareholders stood up one after another and shouted: "Chairman."
Murong Zhihong said slowly: "I haven't seen you for a long time."
His voice was a little weak, but his speech was not broken today.
A shareholder said: "We are all waiting for you to get well and return to the company."
"Okay, okay..." A weak smile appeared on Murong Zhihong's face.
The shareholders didn't say anything anymore, because they all knew that next, it was time to deal with the matter of the real and fake 'Prince'! The climax is coming!
Today's play is really exciting, flipping back and forth, making people dizzy.
Murong Zhihong looked at Murong Mian and called out: "Randy..."
"Father."
What was unexpected was that Murong Zhihong asked him: "Are you my son?"
This question surprised everyone. What does this mean? Is Murong Mian's identity really open to question? Murong Cuiting and Mrs. Jones were trembling with excitement.
Murong Mian smiled and said casually: "I have to ask my father about this question!"
Mrs. Murong couldn't bear it anymore. She rushed over and stood in front of the computer, with red eyes and cursed: "Murong Zhihong, what do you want to do? Do you want to insult Randy or me? You don't want him, okay, I Change his surname immediately, do you think I care less about my son having the same surname as yours?"
Murong Zhihong looked at Mrs. Murong and sighed: "Finally, come here and have a word with me."
Mrs. Murong…
Everyone is silent! What does this mean? Could it be that he just wanted to force Mrs. Murong to stand over? I don’t understand it a bit!
Madam Murong's angry tears welled up in her eyes: "You... you..."
Murong Zhihong said: "I just want to take a look at you. Don't worry about today's matter. I am here..."
Madam Murong's teeth were almost broken: "It is precisely because of you that our mother and son are in this situation. It is precisely because of you that we are humiliated like this. Because of you... Haha... "
A look of loneliness flashed across Murong Zhihong's face: "Trust me one more time."
Madam Murong turned her head and stopped looking at him.
Why should he let her believe in him again? She had been obsessed with not converting her belief in him for so many years, but in the end, she was betrayed to the point of piercing her heart.
Murong Zhihong looked at Madam Murong's face, sighed, and called: "Cui Ting."
Upon hearing this, Murong Cuiting trembled and took a step forward: "Brother..."
She has been afraid of this brother since she was a child, but she also knows that her brother has always been very good to her, which is why she was so confident before.
But today, she knew that what she did might have touched Murong Zhihong's bottom line.
Murong Zhihong said: "I have always indulged you since I was a child. My parents said that you are my only sister, so no matter what you do, I will help you clean up the mess you left. But you are no longer a little girl."
Murong Cuiting said: "Brother, I... I..."
Murong Zhihong said disappointedly: "I have always thought that when you grow up, get married and have children, maybe it will be fine, and maybe you will not be so willful. Unfortunately, the older you get, the more bastard you become."