Every family has its own difficult scripture to recite.
As expected.
"Write down all the suspects you can think of, I'll give you an hour."
Fang Jun adjusted his cuffs and, after speaking, was about to head out when suddenly, he stopped.
"What about the driver?"
"I gave him time off."
"Give me his address."
Fang Ai's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you planning to do?"
Fang Jun just gave her a glance, that cold look in his eyes made even Fang Ai's heart tremble.
But she was asking a question to which she already knew the answer.
As his elder sister, how could she not understand Fang Jun's character?
Everyone must take responsibility for their actions.
Fang Ai had caused trouble, and someone cleaned up after her, but that white driver had to shoulder it himself.
The foreigner might not have heard that old saying from Shenzhou, "Lust is a knife over one's head."
Not every woman can be slept with, even if she consents.
In this regard, Lou Jingjiang was quite lucid.