Li Qiyu raised an eyebrow, "Take her back for interrogation and make her explain clearly, which men has she been involved with?"
Suddenly, the bitches fell silent, begging and crying pitifully.
"Tell the truth and you can go," Li Qiyu put on large sunglasses, already walking forward, "and if there's evidence, you'll get a generous reward. Take any model you like from Emperor Bo's car dealership."
The bitches instantly went crazy—Emperor Bo's cars! A brand even more luxurious than BMW!
Not only limited edition and prestigious, but buyers also needed to meet certain qualifications!
Driving one on Sheng City Street signifies status, how showy!
At this very moment, Young Master Bo, wrapped in bear fur, had no idea his prodigal wife was scattering money around using his name.
After ten hours, the flight had already entered Antarctic territory...
In the basement, Li Baiyi was strung up.
