Chapter 93 Assassination_1
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He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he never mustered the courage, because he knew he wasn't entitled to it.
As he watched the car speed away, Fu Huaichen felt a chill in his limbs, as if his heart was entwined with vines, suffocatingly oppressive.
"President, let's also head back," Qi Yan came over and advised Fu Huaichen.
The moment he had seen Little Muci, he had been in disbelief; it was unimaginable that a father and son could look so strikingly similar.
Moreover, Muci was only four years old!
"I remember when Qin Wenjing sent a message from Singapore saying that the Young Madam's child hadn't survived. How could there be..."
Qi Yan murmured to himself, voicing his confusion.
At this moment, Fu Huaichen remembered the messages previously sent by Qin Wenjing, and his dark, ink-like eyes were stormy.
"Summon Qin Wenjing to see me!"
After he threw out these words, he turned and entered the car, tugging at his tie, still feeling suffocated.
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