With the overwhelming number of people, within a few gasps, Qiao Mo was pinned heavily in front of Fu Qingrou.
"Miss Qiao, I don't like this approach of yours. I thought I made it very clear, I just want you to repay a debt." Fu Qingrou spoke coldly, her expression devoid of any hint of emotion.
Qiao Mo let out a light laugh; she wasn't foolish.
Does she think if she says repay the debt, that it'll just be done?
It's strange not to run...
Unfortunately, she still couldn't escape.
"Mrs. Fu, even if you take my legs, Qingxue won't recover." Qiao Mo stubbornly persisted, speaking again.
Fu Qingrou sneered coldly, "So what?"
Qiao Mo seethed with hatred, wondering if Fu Nancheng's whole family was like this...
Two strong men stepped forward, gripping Qiao Mo's arms tightly, while another held an iron rod in his hand.
Sweat began to bead on Qiao Mo's forehead, her throat dry, knowing this woman wasn't joking.
