She probably doesn't even know who Jones is.

Tong Miaomiao, "Didn't I tell you already?"

Fu Nanting couldn't quite keep up with Tong Miaomiao's train of thought.

"I just asked you, and you haven't answered yet. When did you tell me?"

"40, I've already told you the answer, 40."

Fu Nanting was stunned. "Isn't 40 the fortune-telling fee you mentioned?"

"Yes, 40." Tong Miaomiao explained, "Uncle, fortune-telling is a metaphysical science. I can't tell you the answer directly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it backfires."

40!

fact!

Fu Nanting reacted and immediately understood what Tong Miaomiao meant. "You mean there is?"

Tong Miaomiao, "I didn't say that, you said it yourself." She hung up the phone after she said that.

The answer has been told to him, it is up to him whether to believe it or not.

Fu Nanting listened to the busy tone on the phone with a serious expression, "Could it be true?"

Fu Yanli said that Tong Miaomiao was a little mysterious and it was better to believe it than not.

Seeing him frown after hanging up the phone, Lou Jinyang asked curiously, "Boss Fu, were you talking to the president's wife just now?"

Fu Nanting nodded. "Well, find a way to contact the president of M Group and tell him that Lu is going to use his illegitimate son to curry favor with Jones, but don't let him know who you are."

Lou Jinyang felt that the president and Mr. Fu had changed in the past two days. "Do you really believe what Tong Miaomiao said?"

Fu Nanting thought of the suffocating feeling in his neck yesterday and had to believe it.

"Is what President Lu said true? You'll know if you reveal the news to the president of M Group.

If it’s true, he will definitely try every possible way to contact you.”