"If you really wanted to cure my dad, the 2 million from our family would be enough for his treatnt! Now tell , who made you do it?" Qiao Qiqi pointed at the antique burial items on the coffee table.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Zhou Xiao’e’s eyes flickered, "I told you, how could you get attached when you’re not biologically related. Your dad was so good to you back then, he’s on the verge of dying now, and you still don’t care for him! Tsk~ he thought about you every day."
Qiao Qiqi frowned. In the Feng Family, only her foster father treated her a bit better, but that man had been ill for years and couldn’t earn much money, so he was often mistreated at ho.
"If you don’t give 5 hundred thousand, then 300 thousand will do, your father’s illness needs treatnt, right?"
Qiao Qiqi’s gaze turned colder. She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Xiao’e by the throat, speaking coldly, "Stop wasting ti. I’m asking you, who made you do it! If you don’t talk, get ready to die!"
The girl’s slender and pale fingers pressed down hard...
Zhou Xiao’e’s eyes rolled back as she was choked. She felt she might actually die; Qiao Qiqi might really strangle her.
"I’m sure whoever got you to do this gave you a hefty sum, yet you didn’t use it to treat your foster father! You’re truly heartless!" Qiao Qiqi forcefully shoved Zhou Xiao’e aside and sneered, "If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. Go explain to the police at the station!"
"Qiao Qiqi, how dare you!" Zhou Xiao’e felt as if she had just passed through death’s door, her throat burning with pain. This damn girl genuinely wants her life!
Thinking about how this little wretch she used to boss around now dared to lay hands on her, Zhou Xiao’e was furious. She grabbed the ashtray from the table and aid it at Qiao Qiqi’s head.
"You little slut, I’ll beat you to death!"
Qiao Qiqi didn’t take her seriously at all and kicked her viciously. The kick landed squarely on Zhou Xiao’e’s stomach, causing her to drop the ashtray. Her balloon-like body was sent flying, crashing onto the coffee table and then the floor, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.
Chen Zhen quickly found the ninth burial item, hidden by Zhou Xiao’e in a flower pot buried under soil. No wonder their thorough search hadn’t uncovered it.
"Call the police and arrest this woman. Say she stole company secrets! Donate this batch of items to the museum." Qiao Qiqi calmly ordered.
"Yes!" Chen Zhen was now in utter admiration of Qiao Qiqi. Honestly, in his 30 plus years, no one had ever impressed him as much as this girl did.
"Qiao Qiqi, you damn little wretch, I won’t let you get away with this! Oh god, she’s murdering, a daughter is going to kill her own mother!" Zhou Xiao’e scread out.
Qiao Qiqi simply found a piece of cloth to gag her and had the security drag her out to wait for the police to take her away.
"Mr. Qiao, who exactly is trying to harm us?" Chen Zhen frowned at the girl, who looked calm as if it was no big deal.
"Hand the computer, I’ll find out soon enough."
Finding out who’s trying to harm Tianxiang Entertainnt isn’t difficult. It only takes a bit of ti to figure it out. Whatever happens is bound to leave traces, however discreetly done.
"So it was him!" Soon, Qiao Qiqi knew who was ticulously planning harm against Tianxiang Entertainnt.
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