Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Where to go?"

Mu Zheng suddenly became alert, feeling that Qin Xiuyun had bad intentions.

Qin Xiuyun didn't intend to say anything, but just said:

"I'll tell you when the time is right."

Qin Xiuyun hung up the phone after he finished speaking, as if he was afraid that she would insist on transferring her household registration.

Mu Zheng stared at her phone in a daze. What on earth did this guy want to do?

I couldn't help but feel alert.

Qin Xiuyun was also in a daze.

Assistant Zhou Yu knocked on the door and came in:

"Boss Qin, Boss Luo took Jiao Ling to Ao City today and is already on the way to the airport."

Qin Xiuyun's eyes darkened:

"Tomorrow, you send the things to his wife."

Zhou Yu looked hesitant: "Boss Qin, do you really want to do this? If you call now, you can still get the money back from Boss Luo. If he leaves, then it will really be..."

Qin Xiuyun's eyes turned cold.

Zhou Yu stopped persuading him.

As Qin Xiuyun's confidant, even he didn't know what his boss was going to do.

Not only did he watch his relative embezzle the company's funds to support his lover, he also allowed him to take the huge sum of money to gamble.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand at all.

This Luo Guangzong is the nephew of Old Lady Qin from her mother's side.

In the eyes of Old Lady Qin, this nephew is even more important than her own son.

If Luo Guangzong's wife knew that he had a mistress outside, once the incident was exposed, not only would Luo Guangzong be finished, but the company would also be seriously affected.

After all, Luo Guangzong is one of the vice presidents of Qin Group.

Zhou Yu felt very uneasy, because Luo Guangzong's wife was a notorious tigress and was not someone to be trifled with.

But he had to post those photos.

The next day at noon, Qin Xiuyun was about to go to eat when he received a call from Lao Zhai.

Let him go back quickly.

Qin Xiuyun raised the corner of his lips in a sneer.

He declined on the grounds that he had a meeting in the afternoon.

At this time, the Qin family's old house was quite lively.

When Zhou Yuanqing entered the room and didn't see Qin Xiuyun, he pulled Qin Xiujing aside in a bad mood.

"Xiu Yun hasn't come back yet, why are you running so fast? And you're dragging me along, thinking I have nothing to do, right?"

He really didn't want to get involved in the Qin family's mess.

Qin Xiujin immediately glared back:

"What do you know? If this Luo Guangzong incident gets out of hand, won't the Qin family be affected?"

"If the Qin family is affected, then won't we be affected too?"

"Besides, every penny Luo Guangzong spends on his lover is ours."

Zhou Yuanqing frowned:

"Your brother isn't worried, so why are you?"

"I think you just want to emulate your grandmother. Humph, the old lady can be the head of Luo Guangzong's family, can you be the head of Qin Xiuyun's family?"

What Zhou Yuanqing didn't say was that he didn't want to end up in a difficult situation.

Luo Guangzong's wife's crying could be heard from the hall, and Zhou Yuanqing felt a headache when he heard it.

"I'm not going in. Are you leaving or not?"

Qin Xiujin rolled his eyes at Zhou Yuanqing:

"If you want to leave, go ahead. How can I not care about such a big thing happening in my mother's family?"

After saying that, she ignored Zhou Yuanqing and walked into the house with her bag.

Zhou Yuanqing turned and left.

The resentment towards Qin Xiujin grew.

Isn't the Zhou family enough for you to worry about? You're always running to your mother's house.

In the past, it was because Qin Xiuyun was not at home and the two elders of the Qin family were not capable of standing on their own, so Qin Xiujin was worried.

But now that Qin Xiuyun is back, this married sister is still meddling in her parents' affairs all day long. Can this be called sensible?

After being married for several years, Zhou's parents have been urging them to have a baby, let alone a son or even a daughter.

He is a few years older than Qin Xiuyun.

What is this thing called?