Zhou Xiaofu's face turned gloomy as he hung up the phone, "I truly underestimated that kid Yang Mujing, his influence is not small. No! I must think of a way, I cannot let those documents get reported."
With that thought, Zhou Xiaofu strode out of the study. The only solution now was to coax that shrewish wife of his and get her to pressure the media.
Zhao Yu lay awake, staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The thought of her deeply beloved husband, who turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, not only aiming to take her property but also her life, caused her heart to ache as if it was being sliced by a knife.
She loved him so much, but in the end, she was met with such a result. How could she bear this?
"Knock, knock, knock!" A gentle knocking sounded at the door.
Zhao Yu squinted her eyes slightly, a surge of hatred brewing in her heart, "Who is it?" Without a doubt, it was Zhou Xiaofu.