But Qian Zhengxin, having grown the enterprise to this level, wasn't a fool either.
He scrutinized Jiao Lei's face, "But your wife doesn't seem to look much like Qingqing either."
Li Fuhong looked a bit embarrassed, "Well, Qingqing takes after my ex-wife."
"Oh, I see."
Qian Zhengxin saw from his expression that there was something going on, but he never bothered with other people's family affairs.
He thought that if Li Fuhong truly was Qingqing's father, there was still room for discussion in this cooperation.
Yue Qingqing stood at the end of the corridor.
After all, not realizing something before was one thing, but now that Mr. Qian had seen her, walking away directly didn't seem right in terms of etiquette.
After all, she wasn't the one who had done something unethical.
She wasn't the one who had lied.
Li Fuhong had no idea that Yue Qingqing could hear him from such a distance.
