Zhou Huachang knitted his brow, looking astoundedly at Bai Zhenhong.
Why did Bai Zhenhong keep pushing him towards Su Xiaoyue? Wasn't Bai Zhenhong desperate to take Su Xiaoyue's life?
However, Bai Zhenhong's suggestion made sense. As long as he could meet Su Xiaoyue's conditions, she indeed could hire someone to rescue his family. And Su Xiaoyue's condition, he could guess even with his toes, was to have him unconditionally hand over one-third of the shares of Elite Talent School to her.
"President Bai, you no longer wish to take her life?"
Zhou Huachang asked, voicing the doubts deep in his heart, always feeling that Bai Zhenhong was behaving oddly.
Bai Zhenhong laughed, "If I wanted her life, could she still be alive until now? No matter what, she's still my daughter, Bai Zhenhong's daughter."
Zhou Huachang's face became ashen.
After a long while, he stood up pale-faced, without even a goodbye, and turned to leave.
In a certain room.
