"In that case, when can Uncle formally sign the investment contract?"

Shen Tinghe didn't even glance at Jiang Hao, lowering his eyes indifferently, "I'll look again."

He rose gracefully, took long strides, and left.

Jiang Hao watched Shen Tinghe's departing figure, a sense of curiosity rising within him.

When did her uncle become so close to Lin Qingtong that he actually stood up for her?

But then he thought, perhaps Lin Qingtong had offended his gloomy and cold-hearted uncle.

That's why he came in person, his purpose being to keep Lin Qingtong here so he could torment her.

He had also witnessed Shen Tinghe's thunderous methods.

In that instant, something bad flashed through his mind, and he shuddered.

Night fell over the Jiang family home. Lin Qingtong slowly walked into the villa and saw that Jiang Hao had been waiting for her for a long time.

Qi Huimin is not here today.

Jiang Hao placed his hands on his knees and gestured coldly to the company transfer agreement on the coffee table.

He wouldn't say a single word to Lin Qingtong.

Lin Qingtong didn't care. She picked up the agreement and casually flipped through it, but her gaze suddenly darkened.

She only glanced at it before realizing something was wrong.

The agreement did not specify the current details of Su Kai Furniture, and he was even required to pay him five million.

Jiang Hao is simply asking for an exorbitant amount. Su Kai Furniture has been performing poorly in recent years, with no profit in sight.

Lin Qingtong didn't know whether it was because there was no profit or because the profit hadn't reached her.

The moment she saw the agreement, her slender fingers slowly tore the paper to shreds.

Seeing this, Jiang Hao was about to reprimand her in a cold voice when Lin Qingtong shot him a sharp, icy glare.

He was speechless for a moment, and swallowed hard in fear.