Yue Lingfeng looked at Song Enshuo uncertainly.
In his heart, he also hesitated.
When his sister was alive, she had told him that if Song Enshuo ever approached him for a partnership, he should never agree, because Song Enshuo was someone who devoured people without spitting out their bones.
Yue Lingfeng didn't know why his sister would speak of her own husband in such a way.
But now, with his sister gone, her warnings still echoed in his ears.
He asked, "Then tell me your plan first, and I'll consider it!"
Song Enshuo smiled, "If something unexpected happened to Song Zhen, who would be the heir?"
Yue Lingfeng, "His son."
