"Enough!" Luo Xiaoqian interrupted him sternly, "Is it money that you want?!"
"Money?!" The man burst into laughter, "You're wrong, Luo Xiaoqian, I do not lack money now."
"Then what do you want?"
If not to use these to blackmail her, she couldn't think of anything else she had that the other party would want.
"It's simple, I want you to leave Leng Zimo."
"Dream on," Luo Xiaoqian immediately rejected the notion.
"Fine then, tomorrow, I'll send this information to the prosecutor's office. By then, he will probably be thrown in jail, though I'm not sure if it will be the death penalty or life imprisonment—oh, right, the Leng Family has its ways; perhaps they can get his sentence reduced..."
"If you think you can threaten me with this, I can tell you not to bother. Even if Zimo goes to jail for this, I won't leave him. If he stays in prison for ten years, I will wait for him for ten years."
