Five Hundred Thousand Yuan to Buy You for One Night

Previously, Ziyu's mother had kept her head down in front of Gu Qingcheng, not daring to make eye contact.

Now, stopping Gu Qingcheng, she was face to face, eye to eye with her.

In an instant, as she looked into Gu Qingcheng's icy eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, feeling as if those eyes were like daggers ready to strike her dead.

The oppressive aura exuding from Gu Qingcheng felt like a chokehold on her throat, rendering her unable to utter a word.

"Ziyu's mother, what can't I do?" Gu Qingcheng asked again. "Is it that I can't sue your husband, or can't I let you convey to your husband what I've said?"

Ziyu's mother, trembling all over, finally managed to speak: "Gu... Principal Gu, I will go back and tell my husband to write the apology letter. Please... don't sue him..."

"Wrong," Gu Qingcheng coldly stared at Ziyu's mother. "The apology letter is not for me, but for Ziyu."