"Maybe you weren't the one who gave the order, or maybe you didn't remember it when you were unconscious."
"Okay." Feng Yunan frowned and nodded.
"If it's the former, then only one person can make the decision for you."
"You mean Wei Lingxiao?"
"Yes, it's Vice President Wei."
KANS operated independently, and the executive vice president had the right to make decisions. This was also the power that Feng Yunan had given him. He could handle the company's affairs on his behalf.
It would be impossible for KANS to deal with the Qiao family without Feng Yunan's consent.
And without Feng Yunan's knowledge, the only reasonable explanation was that it should be Wei Lingxiao's private decision and forged Feng Yunan's signature.
In ancient times, this was equivalent to a fake decree.
"Wei Lingxiao? Why did he do that?"
Feng Yunan rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about Wei Lingxiao's motive.
"I don't know."