"Atone for that person's sins."
Jiang Yu did not mention any names, but Zhao Xiao Tao seemed to understand that he was referring to Jiang Qi.
After Jiang Qi's incident, many companies were facing the same predicament as Wang Qingshen.
However, they weren't so lucky. They had no one to help them with their cash flow, so they could only admit that they were unlucky.
Jiang Yu's face was almost expressionless when he said that.
There were a few Osmanthus trees on the side of the road. In this season, the osmanthus flowers bloomed just right.
The wind blew gently, and an irritating fragrance wafted through the air.
Attacking one's heart, refreshing one's heart, and tugging at one's heartstrings.
The bright yellow petals fell on the collar of Jiang Yu's white shirt.
The girl's gaze fell on his face.
Zhao Xiao Tao stared at Jiang Yu's face.
"Is there something on my face?" Jiang Yu asked her.
