She Doesn’t Love Me

"Alright!" Jiang Cong exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling continued reading through the agreements, but his brow wrinkled unhappily when he reached the last one. "What is this?"

Baffled, Jiang Cong took the document, and his eyes bulged in shock when he read it. "…How did Second Young Master sign Qiao Biluo? He never informed you!"

Li Shaoling leaned into his chair. "Call him here."

Jiang Cong nodded. "Yes, boss!"

The clouds outside the window were becoming gloomy and dense when Li Shaogan came in—it was time for another storm.

Li Shaogan moved his wheelchair and finally stopped just in front of Li Shaoling, the red, moist lips over his sickly white face curling into a smile. "Brother, why have you asked for me?"

Li Shaoling threw him the documents.