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Chapter 127 What Will It Be Like?

The person on the other end of the phone answered concisely and calmly: "I will satisfy the client's request."

The voice had no warmth, like a precise machine, although it was beautiful, it was impersonal.

In the following time, the two of them confirmed the matter again before the butler hung up the phone.

At this time in Country F, Shen Zhao was sitting in the study of a private villa, looking at the hung up phone with unclear eyes.This is the first property dispute case he has received. The economic disputes between wealthy and aristocratic families are nothing more than the word "profit".

It's just that the request made by the client this time is quite different from the ones he has seen before.In the name of parents, donate all property in full.

There are two reasons why Shen Zhao agreed to return home early.

On the one hand, he already planned to return to China, so there is nothing wrong with speeding up his schedule.On the other hand, he finds it very interesting. If a 16-year-old child loses the inheritance given by his parents, what will his future life be like?
He got up, glanced at the assistant who had been standing beside him, and said calmly, "Book me a ticket to return home in a week."

"Yes."

Zheng Weiqing didn't know how long she had been in this room, after day and night were turned upside down, she was already very insensitive to time.She only knew that there was a Albizia juliensis outside her window, which was in bloom and blooming enthusiastically.

Zheng Weiwei couldn't see the tree, but she could smell the flowers.It came in from the gap in the window, curling thinly.She knew what it was like to bloom, the red flowers clustered together, blossoming and hanging heavily on the tree.

It's beautiful, really beautiful.

Zheng Qingqing always felt very tired these days, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time at night.

She was always thinking about what kind of mood her father felt when he jumped from a tall building.And her mother, why did she choose to leave just like that, leaving no room and no memory.

Thinking about it, she would curl up in a corner and cry alone.

There is a fluffy bear toy in the corner, it was Zheng Qingqing's birthday present from her parents when she was ten years old.Later, she grew up, and gradually, she didn't like this kind of dolls.

But now, she always feels very cold.This coldness penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and only the soft warmth of the little doll can dispel it.

So now, she would hold that toy for a long time without moving.

The butler would come over every day at noon and evening. He took Zheng Qingqing's favorite sweet and sour short ribs and said patiently, "Miss Qingqing, eat more."

In the past, Zheng Qingwei would fiddle with two mouthfuls of rice as if he had completed a task.

And today, it was no exception.But the butler said to her: "Miss Qingqing, Lawyer Shen is here today, you need to eat more, so that you can concentrate on discussing with him what to do in the future, right?"

Zheng Weiwen heard that, in the eyes that had been dim all the time, there was a faint light, which flashed past.She raised her head, dazedly.Looking at the butler: "Is the lawyer here?"

The housekeeper nodded with a smile, but his heart was sore: "Yes, so miss should eat well."

Zheng gently heard the words and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I want to eat well. Eat well" she silently repeated several times, picking up the rice without saying a word.

Zheng Qingqing knew a truth as early as the day when Zheng Rongli and a large group of people broke in.

(End of this chapter)