Seeing Mr. Xu finally realize there was a problem with the Longhu Shuilan project, Xingguang finally smiled satisfactorily.
She didn't give Xu Zeqing the answer he wanted, only pretended to kindly remind him: "You're losing too much blood and about to pass out. Mr. Xu, if you don't leave, shall I call 911 for you?"
"You bas..." The words weren't fully spoken before Xu Zeqing staggered and fell to the ground.
Xingguang watched coldly for a while before taking out her phone and dialing for emergency help for Xu Zeqing.
He can't die just like that.
He doesn't deserve to die in Mo Yinshu's house.
He needs to live well, to watch helplessly as his business empire dream collapses, to taste the feeling of loneliness and poverty day after day.
The ambulance arrived swiftly.
As Xu Zeqing was taken away, his consciousness fading, he looked at the slender figure at the courtyard door and cursed unwillingly: "Xingguang, you won't die a good death."
"Xingguang, wait for your retribution!"
