Wen Meimei couldn't imagine the consequences, a tremendous fear filled her inner world.
She didn't want anything to happen to Qiao King of Hell, absolutely not.
Qiao Chengxun said indifferently, "Meimei, Grandpa can be saved, but it won't be you to rescue him. I can do it."
Wen Meimei protested calmly, "What if they inject you with a poison stronger than the X-TUI virus, wouldn't I have to live as a widow with Moliu for the rest of my life?"
"If anything happens to me, all Qiao Family's shares will be transferred to your name, and you and Moliu will never worry about food or clothing. Then, you can find a good man to live with."
"Enough!" Wen Meimei couldn't help but shout, her breath slightly panting.
Qiao Chengxun's heart was as if cut open by a sharp blade, he forcefully embraced her into his arms, a layer of guilt suddenly covered his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Meimei, I shouldn't have said such things to you."
"Bastard!"
