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nXiao Yang was stunned. Why did he suddenly ask about this?

nA few seconds later, he suddenly realized that Director Yan must have known that his second uncle was a fortune-teller, so he wanted to test his beliefs.

nAfter thinking about it, he quickly stood up straight, puffed out his chest, raised his chin, and looked straight ahead. His posture was very standard as he saluted.

n“I don’t believe it! Ever since the founding of the country, it has been strictly forbidden to spread any feudal superstitious ideas!”

nYan Zhengwei gave a secretive smile. “Alright, you can leave now.”

nAfter the office door closed again, Yan Zhengwei looked down at the documents in his hands.

nIt was none other than the brief summary of the procedures for collecting the estate on behalf of Su Ye from the estate notary office.

nYan Zhengwei saw that the property of this inheritance was confidential. The testator, Su Chenzhuo, should have only informed that person of the existence of this inheritance, and not Su Ye, who was only 19 years old.

nMoreover, in the eyes of others, there was nothing wrong with the information.

nHowever, Yan Zhengwei knew that that person had died an unnatural death back then and did not have the opportunity to leave behind any of the necessary procedures for collecting the inheritance, such as a power of attorney.

nThere was only one possibility for the current Su Ye to know the existence of the secret inheritance and be able to imitate that person’s handwriting to the extent that even professional equipment could not detect it.

nShe was that person!

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nAt 7 PM, Rong Qishan booked a private room at the Royal Club and was waiting for Zhai Siqiao to arrive.

nIt was probably because of the traffic jam on the way but it was already the agreed time, but Zhai Siqiao did not appear.

nRong Qishan was not idle either. He calculated the cost of hiring an expert for Zhai Siqiao recently and decided to have a good talk with him when Zhai Siqiao arrived.

nRong Ruo had done so much for the Zhai family.

nAnother ten minutes passed. The waiter came in to refill the tea, but Zhai Siqiao still did not appear.

nRong Qishan felt uneasy. He gave Zhai Siqiao a call, but no one picked up.

nHe then made another call, but the result was the same.

nHe gradually became anxious. He lit a cigarette, stood by the window, and dialed Hu Xiuli’s number. He asked her to contact Xiao Jinlan to ask what was going on.

nHe hung up the phone and paced back and forth in the private room.

nHe was about to finish a cigarette when Hu Xiuli called him back.

nSeeing that there was finally news, Rong Qishan happily picked up the phone.

nBefore he could speak, Hu Xiuli’s anxious voice came from the other end.

n“Hubby! Something bad has happened! Zhai Siqiao… fainted again!”

n“What?” Rong Qishan paused. “Didn’t Professor Feng prescribe the medicine? Did he not take the medicine on time?”

nHu Xiuli sighed. “What bad luck. The phone call was a mess. She hung up without saying anything. Judging from Jinlan’s tone, she sounded unhappy. She said that he had convulsions after fainting this time. It’s even worse than before.”

nHow could this be?!

nRong Qishan was so anxious that he collapsed on the sofa. He could not hear what Hu Xiuli said after that…

nAt this moment, the Zhai family was in a mess, just as Hu Xiuli had said.

nThe family’s private doctor could only give Zhai Siqiao a simple treatment.

nXiao Jinlan looked at her husband, who was convulsing non-stop. He could not be moved at will, and she could not ask the driver to send him to the hospital.

nAt this moment, the door was pushed open.

nXiao Jinlan turned around abruptly. It was not the doctor, but her son who had rushed back. In his hand was the first-aid medicine that Su Ye had given him earlier…

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