Chapter 962 (1/2)

Jin Beiqing chuckled and continued, ”I hold his handle in my hand, and the person he ordered is missing again. He must be unable to sit still now.”

“……”

Looking at Jin Beiqing's mind, he had already been worried. Mo Lin lowered his head and didn't say anything more.

”Next, just wait for him to come to me and show his sincerity.”

Hearing this, Mo Lin Meng raised his head, ”second young master, do you want his shares?”

”Otherwise?” Jin Beiqing picked her eyebrows lightly. ”The people below have too much power in their hands, but they will make me feel very uncomfortable.”

Maureen's face was awe inspiring.

Is he beating himself?

Mo Lin's face flashed a smile, ”of course, except you. After all, even if you want to betray me, you don't have that brain.”

“……”

Should he laugh at Jin Beiqing's trust in him now, or should he cry that he is so inferior to himself?

Looking at Mo Lin's gloomy face, Jin Bei Qing gave a cold smile, ”take this folder and put it away.”

”Yes, second young master.”

Walking to the desk, Maureen reached for the folder.

”When the time comes, you'll give the media what's on it.”

”Yes, second young master.”

Jin Beiqing tapped his index finger twice on his desk. ”There are some things on it that you can't give to the media. You can judge for yourself.”

“……” Maureen opened the folder.

At a cursory glance, Maureen's pressure doubled.

If he guessed correctly, the person who wrote these things should be Jin Beiqing's mother.

It records everything since she and father Jin met.

”Second young master...” Maureen closed the folder and hesitated to say, ”why don't you arrange it yourself? It's really hard for me to judge which things can be handed over to the media.”

It's not hard to judge. He doesn't dare to judge.

If the judgment is wrong, he can't bear Jin Beiqing's anger if he can't make it public.

“……” Jin Beiqing lowered his eyelids, and a trace of sadness flashed over his face.

Seeing him like this, Maureen's lips moved and stopped.

Although he has been with Jin Beiqing for a long time, he doesn't know much about his mother.

After all, Jin Beiqing can't tell himself everything about his mother.

”Whatever you want.” Jin Beiqing raised his hand and stroked his forehead. ”Even if it's all handed over to the media, it's all old things anyway.”

Now that his father is dead, it would be nothing if all these things were made public.

”Yes, second young master, I'll take care of it myself.”

”Well.”

With a faint response, Jin Beiqing stood up from his chair and walked to the French window.

Knowing that he is not in a good mood, Maureen said in a slow voice, ”second young master, I'll be busy first.”

”Well.”

Chong Jin Beiqing slightly bent down, and Maureen turned and walked to the door of the office.

After the sound of closing the door in his ear, Jin Beiqing raised his right arm and put his palm on the glass.

This folder was dug out of the stove when he returned to Gude village after many years.

At that time, he felt that his mother could not leave anything for himself, so he searched every corner.

As expected, as I thought, my mother really left something for myself.

”Oh.” Jin Beiqing gave a bitter smile.