Fu Yisheng handed her the signing pen, "Whether it's for you or Pengpeng, isn't it the same?"
"How could it be the same?" Lu Qingqing didn't rush to sign, "Giving it to Pengpeng means it's his personal asset, and he'll become a billionaire at the youngest age. Giving it to me means it's mine, and if I pass it on to Pengpeng later, we'll have to pay taxes — that's so inefficient."
Fu Yisheng chuckled, "When we're old and leave it to him as an inheritance, whatever tax needs to be paid, let him pay it himself!"
Lu Qingqing looked at him, "You really dote on him!"
Leaving their son to wait decades for something he wouldn't even get the tiniest share of in rental income during that time?
"Of course. He's my son. As a father, I have to train him early to learn how to support a family." Fu Yisheng half-embraced her shoulder, "A real man should rely on himself, not live off his ancestors."
Lu Qingqing gave him a sideways glance.
