"What are you really after?" Zhang Qianqian felt a surge of intense unease.
Tao Wei smirked ominously, "Wang Hao wants to sleep with you. I believe that says it all?"
"Impossible!" Zhang Qianqian immediately responded.
"Huh, you're quite determined," Tao Wei smirked, "Alright then, consider this conversation as if it never happened. But remember, your mother embezzled more than ten million. That's enough for ten death sentences. You'd better start picking a coffin for her, it might be too late if you wait…"
Having said that, Tao Wei laughed coldly and hung up the call.
Whether it was romance or officialdom, he was accustomed to the tactic of retreat for the purpose of advancing.
In his view, Zhang Qianqian would certainly call him back because, after all, he held the power to decide Feng Ting's fate!
He lit a cigarette leisurely, imagining how Zhang Qianqian would plead with him on the phone, it brought him great pleasure.
