Qiao Rou had bought insurance with a premium of over 60 million yuan.
In comparison, Qiao Xi's life was too worthless.
"Lili, don't say anymore… Sister, don't think too much. Dad just feels bad for me, so he bought me full-body insurance. My face alone is insured for 60 million yuan… Your life is also very valuable too, really valuable…"
Qiao Rou did not know how to explain it without hurting Qiao Xi. She was so anxious that tears were about to fall. She took out a check from her bag and filled in a number. She said with tearful eyes, "Sister, this is 600,000 yuan. Take this as my compensation to you. Believe it or not, I never thought of killing you. How would I dare to kill someone…"
600,000 yuan? Her life was worth 600,000 yuan?
Qiao Xi was glad that she was not dead today. Otherwise, if she knew that Qiao Rou thought her life was worth 600,000 yuan, she would definitely be infuriated.
