In Qiao An's heart, Li Xiaoran and Li Zecheng were birds of a feather.
Li Zecheng was a real bad person, while Li Xiaoran was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Li Xiaoran's so-called help was just a means to lure her into a trap.
Qiao An smiled evilly. "Then can you let him leave with nothing?"
She was purely making things difficult for him. She thought that Li Xiaoran's method of revenge definitely did not include damaging Li Zecheng's personal interests.
She knew that Li Xiaoran would reject her. Li Xiaoran was a little stunned by Qiao An's excessive request.
A sense of loss rose in his heart. His voice couldn't help but turn cold. "Money is a worldly possession. Qiao An, for those things that can't be brought to death, you'd rather live under the same roof as a man who doesn't love you. Don't you think such days are meaningless?"
