Under coercion from Mo Han, Tao Donghao had no choice but to transfer over two hundred and thirty million yuan from his bank account to the Jiangling City Poverty Relief Foundation.
Following Mo Han's demands, he also specifically noted the word "Atonement" in the transfer remarks.
"Mr. Mo, do you think this will suffice?"
Watching the nine figures in his bank account drop to zero, Tao Donghao was truly on the verge of tears, but in order to save his own life, he had to do it.
Mo Han flashed a mysterious smile, "There's still one more thing."
Hmm?
Tao Donghao's expression clouded over, what did he mean?
Damn it, I've donated more than two billion, isn't that enough?
However, his life was in someone else's hands at the moment, so naturally, he didn't dare to offend the other party. Hence, he mustered a dry laugh and said, "Mr. Mo, just say the word, as long as it's within Tao Donghao's power, I will do it without hesitation."
"Young Master Tao is quite cooperative."
