Upon leaving the Government Office, Zhang Fugui, whose old face had never looked good, glared at Mo Yan and threatened her, "I hope Miss Mo keeps her word; otherwise, even if it costs me everything, I won't let you go."
Mo Yan rolled her eyes, "Now that I've got the shop, why should I care so much about that? Do you need me to swear to heaven or something?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fugui gave a cold snort and glowered at Lizhong before storming off with a fling of his sleeve.
"Yan girl, are you just going to let him continue to deceive people?" Seeing that the man had walked far away, Lizhong voiced his doubts. He didn't believe Mo Yan would keep the secret for the Zhang Family for just Two thousand taels of silver.
Mo Yan turned around, her smile deep with meaning, "The people of the Zhang Family are so hateful. How could someone as kind and just as I am let them continue to harm others at leisure?"
