"So..." Qiao Yonghui hesitated.
He loved money and power, and he very much relished the title "CEO Qiao." The small portion of shares he clutched tightly in his hands was far more important to him than any woman.
"Husband, you wouldn't be unwilling, would you? If so, forget it!" Song Jia shrugged her shoulders, wrapping herself tightly with the blanket, "I won't deal with the murder either. If you want to kill Jian Wan, go do it yourself!"
Qiao Yonghui's eyes flickered, and he smiled ingratiatingly, "How could I be unwilling? Everything I do is for the sake of Yingying. I'm just worried that Jian Wan will find out!"
"What's there to fear? Just write it quietly, right?" Song Jia sneered coldly, "I'm not really going to cause trouble at the company. Going after Jian Wan would be like signing my own death warrant, wouldn't it?"