Qiao Chuchu frowned, pursed her lips, and looked upset: "My dad only owns forty percent of the shares."
"Your mom's thirty percent of the shares might not necessarily go to you," Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu was stunned for a moment and looked at Fu Ziqian in surprise.
If mom's shares didn't go to her, then who would they go to?
"If your mom had an accident and didn't leave a will or anything like that, then according to the law, you and your dad would essentially split your mom's shares... At that point, your dad only needs eleven percent, and he can control the Qiao Family," Fu Ziqian said.
He knew that what he was saying was cruel.
But it was the truth.
People can do anything for money.
He had seen people do insane things for money.
Qiao Chuchu widened her eyes and looked at Fu Ziqian in shock.
She meant, Dad...
"It's impossible," Qiao Chuchu said, her face pale.
