Since Jingchen was not at home, and the most senior Mr. Fu was also bedridden and unable to speak or move, it seemed that Ding Mengxue had become the one with the most authority to command everyone.
The servants didn't dare to disobey her orders. After hesitating for a while, looking at each other, they were still prepared to do as she said.
Only Doctor Song spoke up to dissuade: "Miss Ding, wouldn't it be better to wait for Mr. Fu to return before making a decision? Or perhaps ask for President Fu's opinion first?"
Ding Mengxue's eyebrows shot up as she retorted: "Do you know how busy Jingchen is every day? Do you know how many important matters of the company he has to deal with? Are you suggesting that he should put aside all his current work and hurry back?"
"I am only asking you to lock her up for the time being, not to dispose of her! If we're to dispose of her, we can talk about it after Jingchen returns!"
"This…" Doctor Song was still very hesitant.