On the way back to the hospital.
Lan Xiao nestled in Wen Muchu's arms and slowly opened the letter to read it.
The envelope was filled with numbers.
Every transaction made by the LAN Corporation was recorded clearly.
The more Lan Xiao looked, the angrier he got. He was so angry that he couldn't help but tremble.
She bit her lip hard, her teeth itching with hatred.
Lou Yucheng. She didn't expect him to fake the accounts of the LAN group and secretly take away so much of the company's money.
And each sum was not small.
Moreover, the most important thing was that he was able to find a reasonable place for every stroke, so that no one could find any evidence.
Although she had an Yao's hand-copied accounts, it couldn't be used as evidence to accuse Lou Yucheng.
If this book was just a copy, it would not have any legal effect.
Lan Xiao was at a loss and didn't know what to do. She didn't know what her next step was.
