Chapter: 1832
What a long-standing name!
For a moment, she was in a trance.
"Call me Miss Shi. I haven't used the surname Fu for a long time." Fu Xiaoyao corrected.
From the day she left China six years ago, she was no longer Fu Xiaoyao.
Although the lawyer didn't know why Fu Xiaoyao asked him to call Miss Shi, he didn't ask, and he took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over, "Miss Shi, this is Mr. Qi Dongming's will, please take a look at what's wrong No."
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, took the document and sat across from her and glanced at it.
After reading it, she put down the will, "No problem, it's just a villa, and his few organs of little value, and it's not about billions of dollars to inherit, how big of a problem can it be?"
When the lawyer heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Miss Shi said the same thing. Since Miss Shi thinks it's all right, then sign it. After signing, I'll go back and do a notarization. Then this will will come into effect."
Fu Xiaoyao nodded, took the pen from him and tore it apart, and signed her name on the will.
After signing, she handed over the pen together with the will, "Mr. Trouble."
"You're welcome, I also work for my employer." The lawyer put the will in the briefcase, then left.
Knowing that the employer he was talking about was Shao Sinian, Fu Xiaoyao took out her mobile phone and dialed Shao Sinian's number.
Shao Sinian was probably busy and didn't answer the phone, so she had no choice but to put down the phone and hang up, and then sent a text message to tell him about the will, and the lawyer had already arrived.
I believe he will get back to her after seeing the text message.
"Ma'am, is the lawyer gone?" Aunt Song came over with two cups of tea, she didn't see the lawyer, only Fu Xiaoyao, she couldn't help asking.
Fu Xiaoyao hummed, "Let's go."
"Then I prepared for nothing." Aunt Song sighed.
Fu Xiaoyao smiled, "Let's put it down, I'll just drink it up."
"That's fine." Aunt Song put two cups of tea in front of her.
Fu Xiaoyao took a drink first.
Aunt Song sat down beside her, "Ma'am, tomorrow is Qi Ya's execution day, right?"
Hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao narrowed her eyes, then nodded, "Yes, tomorrow is the day when all grievances and grievances will end."
"Finally this day has come, it's not easy." Aunt Song said with emotion.
Fu Xiaoyao's eyelids drooped, "It's really not easy, but we did it, didn't we?"
"That's right, ma'am, you did it." Aunt Song patted the back of her hand, and then thought of something, she was very happy, "Qi Ya is dead, ma'am, you can have the operation." JrNovels.com