"If there is, you'd better tell us; I sincerely hope to further understand the whole story."
Having said this, Zheng Dongliang did not hold back Zhao Mengyao.
"Cousin, Mr. Luo, to be honest, there really is. However, there's a lot of money in my account. A portion of this money is not mine; some of it belongs to my fiancé."
It turns out.
When Zhao Mengyao's fiancé got engaged to her,
he had already written a statement.
He promised that since they started dating, he would deposit a part of his monthly income into their joint account.
This way, when they get married and buy a house,
this money can be used.
But upon hearing this analysis,
Zheng Dongliang sneered.
"That old guy is really cunning, deliberately setting a trap for others, thinking no one knows. He is taking the opportunity to try to turn this money into his company's assets or even use it for money laundering?"
Looking at Zheng Dongliang being displeased,
uncomprehending his father's actions,
