When Zhou Hui saw this, she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Are you here for money?"
Jiang Zhiyuan sat down with one end of the rope in his hand. He laughed when he heard her words.
Back then, he really wanted money, but now, he didn't want money. What he wanted was his life.
The rope around du changqun's neck swayed in his hand as he controlled du changqun's fate.
He fiddled with the things on the table with one hand, and when he saw the pack of cigarettes, he narrowed his eyes and laughed.
"The star of Huaxia? It's quite a high-end one."
He seemed to be in the mood to talk. He picked up the pack of cigarettes and placed it in front of Zhou Hui. He smiled and said, "
a cigarette like this would be sold for two hundred Hong Kong dollars in prison. He extended a finger. one finger.
"If you like it, take, take it all to Yingluo."
Zhou Hui trembled when she heard the word 'prison'. She cowered and answered.