"How do you explain the fact that an account under the name Ji Feng once transferred twenty million to me?"
Zhang Jingxian threw the old transaction records at Ji Qing's face. Luckily, she had prepared in advance, or else she might have been bitten back by this woman.
Old Sir Lu was breathing heavily with anger, his face livid as he stared at Ji Qing.
Ji Qing picked up the papers from the ground, her heart in chaos, but after a few seconds, she smirked sarcastically, "Everyone says you're a mistress, maybe you used some dirty trick to seduce my brother. Even a customer has to pay, don't they, Director Wang?"
Director Wang glared at Ji Qing, his face ashen, "You woman...."
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin, that's exactly what kind of person you are."
Lu Jinghan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, exuding a powerful aura. A cigarette hung from his lips, and in the light smoke, his bloodthirsty eyes were filled with a ruthless intent.
