As he walked out of the police station, Long Xiao's face was terribly gloomy.
"Bastards, I definitely won't let you get away with this." Long Xiao said with a dark smile.
Forty million, that was Qin Shuang's account, and even if it was a mistake, what then? Can you demand it back? That's Qin Shuang, the Vice President of the group, Ye Jingtian's wife. Damn it, those forty million were as good as gone.
However, he had new plans for the Zhang father and son. If they had truly committed murder, he would not dare to trouble them.
But no one had died, which gave him great relief. If the other party was cowardly, he had to be tough.
Thinking of the forty million, Long Xiao's heart trembled.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan, lying on the sun lounger, was humming a tune.
"Fan, what are you looking at? Come and help me." Zhang Dongyang came out holding a shovel and other tools.
Zhang Fan immediately got up and walked to his father, showing interest as he eyed the pile of things on the ground.
