Qin Yu suddenly laughed, "Wife, there's someone who understands Xiong Zhan even better than Tian Peng."
"Who?" Su Ziyan's eyes lit up.
"Who else? Your old man, of course!"
Qin Yu's words made Su Ziyan's eyes light up, and she immediately dialed Su Xinghe's number. The phone was quickly answered, and Su Xinghe's somewhat indifferent voice came through.
"You got the contract? No need to thank me! I know my own limits, I can't bring the Su Group back to its former glory! That's why I transferred my shares to you.
I hope you won't disappoint me, and don't let the spirit of your mother in heaven down!"
"Dad, don't worry, I definitely won't let you down! I'm not calling to thank you. Do you understand Xiong Zhan? How can I buy his shares?"
"What? You still have fewer shares than your second uncle even with mine?"
"Yes."
"Xiong Zhan is a filial son." After saying that, Su Xinghe hung up the phone.
