The voice from the other end belonged to Jiang Yurong.
"Jiang Meng, there's no need to call the police, reporting won't help anyway."
"Grandma! What do you mean by this?"
Jiang Meng asked coldly.
Jiang Yurong sat at her residence in America, holding a glass of red wine, and smiled, "Jiang Meng, to be honest, I've taken away the money from your Xinmeng Group.
As a member of the Jiang Clan, supporting the family's development is what you should do.
Don't report this matter, reporting won't be useful anyway. We're already abroad, and I won't tell you where exactly.
If you want to maintain the relationship with the Jiang Clan, just pretend you know nothing about this.
Reporting won't help, so don't ruin the feelings between us."
"Jiang Yurong, do you realize what you're doing? It's illegal, it's a crime.
I've already reported to the police.
