Chapter 232
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Ji You smiled, the coldness in his eyes unfathomably deep. "Do you still want me to continue reading?"
Fu Qin sat there, trying to force herself to calm down, but her whole body was trembling. "Who are you people?"
Ji You's voice was cold. "I'll ask again, where are the photos?"
Fu Qin bit her head, her hands clenching her fists. "The photos are gone. I sold them to Banana Entertainment at a high price."
Ji You laughed. "You call five hundred thousand a high price? Our Young Master gave you ten million. "
When Fu Qin heard ten million, she gripped her prisoner's clothes tightly. She struggled for a few seconds before she snapped out of it and shook her head. "I gave them the negatives too."
Ji You looked at Xiang Mochen.
Mochen stared at Fu Qin, his gaze cold and fearful.
He hadn't had the chance to look through the information. No wonder she hated her mother so much.
He suddenly thought of the day when he went to the hospital with Treasure Girl to visit Teacher Meng and the security guard. Because he said he gave Fu Qin a million, her eyes had turned red.
Until now, he could still clearly remember the way she had glared at him, as if she wanted to eat him alive.
Of course, he also remembered the indistinct cries he had heard in the washroom next door. When he thought about it, his heart felt as if it had been stung by something, and it was stuffy and uncomfortable.
Then, he recalled that Little Pomelo had been unconscious for a few hours because of this woman in front of him. He stood up and looked at Fu Qin condescendingly. With a cold voice, he said, "If that's the case, you should just stay here and wait for the rest of your life in prison."
Fu Qin glanced at Mochen. That strong sense of oppression and the coldness from the young man made it hard for her to breathe.
Mo Chen glanced sideways at Ji You and said in a cold voice, "Give the police station a call and ask them to investigate the bankruptcy of Weibing's company. Check if Weibing's death has anything to do with Wang Yong and Fu Qin."
Ji You replied, "Yes, Young Master."
Mochen said, "Let's go."
Ji You was speechless.
The Young Master had come to get the photos, but he was so angry. Was it because of what he had just read?
The Young Master was very concerned about Miss Wei Wei. Did he feel sorry for Miss Wei Wei?
The two of them walked out of the visiting room one after the other.
Fu Qin looked at Mochen and Ji You's backs and fell to the ground on her butt. Her entire body was cold.
She still had a copy of those photos. She would never take them out easily.
…
After leaving the detention center, Mochen glanced at Ji You coldly. "Give me the tablet."
Ji You handed the tablet to Mochen.
Mochen did not make a sound. He lowered his eyes and stared coldly at the screen, his long fingers swiping forcefully.
Ji You, sit to the side and keep quiet.
Half an hour later, Mochen finished reading and slammed the tablet. He raised his eyes to look out the window. Clearly, he was still angry, and the coldness in his eyes was terrifying.
Ji You was speechless.
He took the Young Master's feelings into consideration and did not read the rest of the content.
This was also the reason why the information was not sent to the Young Master!
Mochen sat at the back of the car and lit a cigarette. He took a puff in frustration and put it out.
Ji You said softly, "Young Master."
Mochen looked at Ji You. "That's how you got those photos?"
Ji You said softly, "It should be. After Wei Bing died, Fu Qin wanted to marry Wang Yong, but in the end …"
He glanced at the Young Master's expression and didn't dare to continue.
Mo Chen sat there, his entire body filled with hostility.
Ji You lowered his voice. "Young Master, it's understandable for Miss Wei Wei to do this. Anyone's father has just passed away and their mother wants to marry someone else …"
Mochen glanced at Ji You coldly.
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