Cheng Tong's mind blanked out for a few minutes, then he picked up his phone and dialed Bao Yancheng's number.
"Hello?" The man answered quickly, "Is there anything else you need?"
Cheng Tong replied subconsciously, "No problem... No that's not right! President Bao, how are you? Are your injuries serious?"
Bao Yancheng cleared his throat, his voice sounding a bit clearer: "It's not serious, I should be mostly recovered after a few days of rest. Anything else?"
Cheng Tong rubbed his forehead and straightened up, his face showing both confusion and distress: "President Bao, you mentioned transferring all your shares, does that mean you're not going to fight the lawsuit?"
Bao Yancheng's voice was as firm as ever: "I will fight the lawsuit, I won't let Xiang Yiran take the child."
If Bao Yuan and Bao Yanzhen were really involved in those grey area businesses, he could almost be sure that the young Mumu would be sent away by them and trained to be a cold-blooded killer.