Zhang Yang even felt that it was as if the heavens wanted him to make that money.
For his exchange at Yale, although it was publicly funded and he received a full scholarship from the school, an extra 5 million would make life in the United States much more comfortable.
His mother wouldn’t have to work so hard to serve others.
So, at that ti, Zhang Yang’s conscience was already bought by those 5 million dollars.
When he saw that Xia Yumo had not woken up for half a year, he felt even more justified in using that money.
He even thought that since Xia Yumo couldn’t wake up anyway, he might as well do so good deeds and help a poor child like himself.
But a month ago, he saw his mother happily return to their rented house, saying that the patient she was taking care of had woken up.
At that ti, he was scared and deliberately inquired about her condition.
From his mother’s words, he found out that they didn’t seem to know about Xia Yumo’s legs being poisoned, and that Xia Yumo’s fiancé was actually the CEO of Gu Group, Gu Junhang.
In such anxiety, he went through a month, fearing that he would be found out.
Now, the day had finally co.
But instead of Gu Junhang, it was this woman in front of him...
At this thought, Zhang Yang suddenly rembered sothing, and his body shuddered violently. He looked up in astonishnt at Qiaoxu.
Seeing her pupils filled with coldness and killing intent, he instinctively stepped back several steps in fear.
He finally rembered who this woman was.
There were often news about her on TV, no wonder she looked familiar.
Wasn’t she Lu Moqing’s wife, and the current head of the Qiao Group?
As soon as Zhang Yang thought of this, his pupils contracted in fear.
Instinctively, he began to deny:
"I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything..."
The next second, he was fiercely kicked back by Qiaoxu again.
"I said I want the truth, not any excuses."
She nodded to the two bodyguards behind Zhang Yang who then twisted his arms behind him and controlled his legs, preventing him from moving.
At so point, a Swiss knife appeared in Qiaoxu’s hand. She looked as vicious as a murderous demon as she approached Zhang Yang.
"It’s fine if you don’t talk, you robbed Mo Mo of her ability to walk, I can let you taste the sa pain too."
"No... please, don’t... please don’t..."
Zhang Yang looked at Qiaoxu’s beautiful face, full of murderous aura and fierceness in her eyes, like a venomous snake, which made him unable to harbor any hope, only begging for rcy in horror.
But Qiaoxu didn’t hear him, as if she was imrsed in her own world, her pupils were red from strong anger, making them bloodshot and even more terrifying.
The knife in Qiaoxu’s hand didn’t stop; it was aid at the tendons of Zhang Yang’s calf and was ready to cut downward.
"Xuxu!"
The door to the study suddenly opened, and Lu Moqing’s anxious voice sounded behind her, causing the knife aid at Zhang Yang’s calf to slightly divert from its original target, cutting Zhang Yang’s calf muscle and making him scream in pain.
Qiaoxu turned back and saw Lu Moqing hurriedly rushing towards her.
Soon after, she found herself in a warm embrace.
Lu Moqing could feel that her body was trembling, and her entire body was icy cold.
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