Jian Simeng saw her looking like a hungry dog eyeing a bone, and mocked her with a sneer in her eyes, "This is just the deposit. After it's done, three million will be credited to your account."
Zhang Weilin: "Another three million?!"
"That's right. With Miss Zhang's current situation, it's unlikely you'll earn five million in your lifetime, right?"
Indeed, she didn't even dare to imagine earning five million, which was enough for her to indulge in drugs for a lifetime...
How could there be such a good opportunity! What does a little risk matter!
Zhang Weilin swallowed, her mind clouded by money, and sat down, "You speak."
Jian Simeng curled her lips. She knew that drugs were a deadly poison; grasping this point was tantamount to choking her lifeline.
She explained all the materials and detailed plans from her bag.
"After it's done, book yourself a ticket and go abroad for an abortion. Remember to keep all the hospital receipts, and I'll send you the Weibo copy in advance."
