Chapter One Hundred Seven
"Xiaoshan."
Qin You grasped Long Xiaoshan's hand, feeling a deep sense of heartache.
At the same time, there was deep anger.
Just because of a bit of jealousy, they resorted to such despicable means of framing, which was a method even more malicious than killing the other party.
Because it led to his complete ruin.
It utterly destroyed the future of a promising young man.
Most people would have been utterly crushed by this.
Even worse, they might have died in prison.
Long Xiaoshan felt Qin You's anger and felt warmed by it. He smiled and said, "Sister Qin, it's okay. I'm not without options. Sooner or later, I'm going to let that person know that having power doesn't allow him to do whatever he wants."
"Xiaoshan, you need to be careful. If it's really one of the capital city's families, it won't be easy to deal with," Qin You said worriedly.
