Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

The phone screen is not big, but Zhuo Yarong can clearly recognize the two figures on the screen.

From the point of view of the video, this should be a secret shot of a pinhole camera.

In the video, Zhuo Mingfu and Zhuo Mingjin sat face to face.

I don't know what Zhuo Mingfu said to Zhuo Mingjin, Zhuo Mingjin suddenly patted the table and stood up.

"How did you know Yu Chen...impossible, it is impossible for Yarong to tell you!"

"Ming Jin, don't get excited."

In the video, Zhuo Mingfu comforted and said: "Even if the relationship between our siblings is unfamiliar, Yu Chen is my nephew, you know, I have always regarded him as a son and loved him. Actually, I have known this for a long time. I ran into Chen when he became ill a few years ago. After knowing that he was ill, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep... These years I have been trying to find a way for him..."

When Zhuo Mingfu said this, he handed a business card to Zhuo Mingjin.

"This is the contact information of Confinet, the most famous psychiatric professor abroad. I have explained to him about Yuchen's situation. He is very confident that he can help Yuchen. But you should not tell Yarong about this matter. Knowing that I contacted, I will definitely refuse to answer."

Zhuo Mingjin was obviously shaken, and finally, under Zhuo Mingfu's earnest gaze, he accepted the business card.

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This concludes the video.

"You can see, there are two people here, one is Zhuo Mingfu and the other is Zhuo Mingjin. I believe many people in this room have dealt with them. They are Zhuo Yarong's brother. In the recording just now, Zhuo Ya The second brother Rong called is Zhuo Mingjin..."

"You... Lu Huanting, you made a fake! I never said anything to my second brother. My eldest brother and I broke up a long time ago. He is yours. This is what you did!"

Zhuo Yarong was hit hard by these two pieces of evidence, and she almost couldn't stand still.

She didn't expect that her elder brother, Zhuo Mingfu, could actually be so bad.

And she... She is so stupid, how can she be so stupid!

"Yes, I admit that I was doing the game for your second brother. But Zhuo Yarong, your second brother accepted the business card. It was not me who did it? If Lu Yuchen is not ill, why should he accept the business card!"

"Also what you said to your second brother. You said that Lu Yuchen was ill. Could it be that I put a knife on your neck so that you can say it!?"

Lu Huanting yelled at Zhuo Yarong, forcing Zhuo Yarong to barely breathe.

There has never been a moment like this, I feel proud.

He was crushed alive by his own son for ten years. Today, he finally has a chance to bring him down.

Thinking of this, Lu Huanting looked at Lu Yuchen, who had a cold face and never said a word.

He said ill-intentionally: "Lu Yuchen, your two uncles are telling you about your condition. A mentally ill person like you is not qualified to lead the Lu family. If you don't want to lose face, you'd better give way to yourself, otherwise ..."

Lu Huanting's self-righteous threat didn't work for Lu Ye at all.

He sneered indifferently, "What can you do if I refuse?"

"It's very simple, vote within the clan to deprive you of the position of the head of the family. At that time, re-elect the head of the family based on seniority!"

After Lu Huanting finished speaking, all Lin Tong's family who were kneeling behind Lu Huanting stood up.

At this moment, they seem to have become Patriarch's most powerful competitors.

It doesn't matter if there is no Lu Huanting on the Lu family's household registration. As long as Lu Yuchen is deprived of his identity, according to the Lu family's blood line, Lu Huanting is the last chance to inherit the position of the head of the Lu family.

When the time comes, he will be the head of the household himself, Lin Tong is the wife of the head of the household, and Lu Yishen and Lu Aitong are the sons and daughters of the head of the household.

And Zhuo Yarong, the next cousin, could only leave City A with the lost Lu Yuchen.