After returning to her hometown, Zheng Yue was carefree. Her stomach, which could not be seen at first, was now getting bigger and bigger like a balloon.
[Thank you, Qiaoqiao. Don't worry, I'll return the money to you after I give birth and go back to work!] Zheng Yue didn't feel guilty at all.
In any case, when she said this, she didn't have the slightest self-awareness of returning the money.
Murong Qiao pretended to be good-tempered and replied, "Alright, take care of yourself first."
After sending the message, Murong Qiao returned to her expressionless face. Looking at the message sent by Zheng Yue, she could only feel the hypocrisy in it.
Ever since she helped Zheng Yue, she had lost count of how much money she had lost. All in all, Zheng Yue owed her at least hundreds of thousands.
Her investment in Zheng Yue was just to achieve her goal.
Everyone had their own motives. There was nothing to say.
