An Ziqing bit her lip, restraining herself from remembering.
"If you're really going to let me go, does that mean our transaction is over?" An Ziqing asked.
Transaction?
Yes, between them it was just a transaction.
She moved into his residence, and he would destroy the evidence of Mo Wei's illegal fundraising, sparing Mo Wei's life.
"Yes, it's over." Ling Chuan snorted coldly.
"Then, can you give me the evidence in your hands? Mo Wei no longer poses any threat to you," An Ziqing continued, speaking so calmly.
"What if I refuse?!" He struggled to suppress his anger at her calmness.
"That's fine, then keep it. Mo Wei's fundraising was illegal, but I've been using his money for the past four years. Doesn't that make me his accomplice?" An Ziqing's meaning was clear. Once the evidence was made public and Mo Wei thrown into prison, she would confess and share the same crime as Mo Wei.
