"Mister Mo, are we just going to stand by and do nothing?"
In the car, He Chen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked somewhat bewilderedly.
He remembered that this Chen Guihua seemed to be a relative of Mo Han's wife.
Mo Han smiled faintly and replied, "Why should we interfere, we're not Sir? Isn't it fragrant to just sit back and enjoy the show as a spectator?"
"That's true."
He Chen gave an awkward smile and said nothing more.
In the alley, Chen Guihua's teeth chattered from terror, feeling as though a small cut had already been made on her neck.
Damn it, why did she have to seek out Du Xiaoshuai? With the money taken, couldn't she have lived a much better life alone in Ottawa, perhaps finding some young hunk there?
She was dying of regret, wishing she could slap herself twice.
But the past could not be reversed, and now she could only plead with the man before her, "Big brother, five million, I'll give you five million, just let me go, alright?"
