1569. If not a relative, then a confidant.

Zhang Yang was panicked. He knew that if Qiao Xu just walked out like this, it meant that the only path he could take was the first one Qiao Xu had given him.

It would force his whole family to live in a quagmire for a lifetime, unable to rise above it.

He knew that his life was over, and the promises he had made to his mother for her enjoyment in the latter half of her life were now broken at this moment.

All the expectations his brother and sister had for him had been drowned in his greed for that 5 million.

He could not let his family be implicated by him any longer, so even if Qiao Xu's response to him could be taken or left at this moment, he had to tell her the truth.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, Madam Lu, please give me a chance. I'll tell you everything," he cried, sniffling and tearing as he knelt in front of Qiao Xu, looking miserable.

This time, he didn't dare to have the slightest concealment or bargaining courage, and he told Qiao Xu and her husband everything he knew.