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Ye Qiao never expected that this b*stard Shen Xichuan would suddenly become famous again!
She did not know where he got the money from, but he was splurging again! According to her estimation, the money from selling the office building was not enough to build a teaching building for the No. 3 Middle School.
Could it be that Guo Meiying had started to support him again?!
“Ye Qiao! Are you willing to help me or not? Do you want to watch Shen Xichuan get away with it?!” Li Yun said excitedly as soon as she saw her. She was about to go to jail after being framed by Shen Xichuan. She was suspected of kidnapping a child and would soon be arraigned by the court.
Ye Qiao looked at Li Yun, who was wearing an orange vest and had aged several years in just a few days. It was as if she had seen herself in her previous life. The feeling of being wronged and taking the blame for others was really unbearable!
She had no sympathy at all.
“All the evidence points to you, what can I do?” Ye Qiao shrugged, a helpless look.
“Ye Qiao! You know it is him to do, and you still don’t arrest him!” Li Yun hysterically roared.
“Let me out! I was wronged! Shen Xichuan that b*tch! He deserves to die! He deserves to be r*ped by men in the detention center! How come he doesn’t have AIDS?!” Seeing Ye Qiao walk to the door mercilessly, Li Yun was even more excited because Ye Qiao was her only hope!
“Li Yun, what did you just say? Shen Xichuan is in the detention center…?” Ye Qiao immediately turned around and asked Li Yun.
“Yeah, that b*tch! The wicked will be tortured by the wicked! The last time he was locked up for ten days, he was r*ped by a few men. Those men often asked him for blackmail, but he was too embarrassed to report it to the police! Ye Qiao, hurry up and make a post about him on the Internet. He’s still pretending to be rich!” Li Yun said indignantly.
“Ah!”
It turned out that Shen Xichuan’s inner world was even dirtier than she had thought…
He was being blackmailed, but he was too embarrassed to report it to the police. What a loser!
Ye Qiao did not say anything and immediately left. She went to the file room next door and checked on the prisoners who had been locked up with Shen Xichuan. Soon, her people found them in an Internet cafe. They were engaged in online gambling.
She did not show up personally. Instead, she ordered her men to talk to them while she listened in the room.
“That Shen Xichuan, he was a loser earlier! Before we played with him, he was ruined!” Ye Qiao was really shocked when she heard this from the next room!
Shen Xichuan was gay?!
How could that be?!
“Oh right, we saw him being picked up by a luxury car last night and went to the hotel presidential suite. Later, a man with an extraordinary status entered that room! Brothers, do you think that he was kept by a man?”
In the smoky private room, a few men were smoking and speaking evilly.
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Ye Qiao, who was in the private room, was really shocked when she heard this!
She had never thought about this. She was also sure that Guo Meiying was not keeping Shen Xichuan now. After Shen Xichuan sold the building, most of the money was given to No. 3 Middle School to build the building. How could he be active at the charity dinner again?
So, someone was really supporting him! And, it was probably a man!
Ye Qiao cursed in her heart in shock!
But, who was the man who supported Shen Xichuan?!
She had lived for two lifetimes. When she heard such a thing, she still felt that she was blinded by the light!
She knew that Shen Xichuan was a b*stard, but she did not expect that he could be so stupid to the point of insanity!
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“You two beauties, lend me some money and go downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes!” Alex, who was wearing a black tank top, ripped jeans, and flip-flops, walked to the two women who were sitting on the balcony chatting.. He even opened his hands slyly.
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