Li Li walked in and said in a deep voice:
"Did you kill her?"
Qin Miaomiao stood up, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off the knife, speaking casually:
"She's not dead. I simply made sure she can't have children. I don't want murder on my hands. Send her to a mental hospital—she doesn't need to come out ever again in this lifetime."
Li Li had Su Moli carried away. As long as all the arrangements were made, she would never get out.
"This matter is settled, then. Regarding the acquisition of Su Group, I hold fifty percent of the shares. Just give me annual dividends, and we're done. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Li."
She placed the knife down and turned to leave, but Li Li suddenly spoke:
"Used me up, and now you're planning to leave? Su Jin."
Qin Miaomiao froze mid-step, not even daring to turn her head. He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and took out a device that looked like a recorder.
He spoke calmly:
