Zhao Jingrou was overjoyed. "Zhao Yuan was killed in the crash? Hahaha, that's fantastic! Wu Qizheng really is capable after all; he didn't let me down!"
"You're really the one who ordered this?" Zhao Dezhu was seething with anger. He raised his hand to slap her, but it froze in the air just as it was about to fall.
He couldn't bring himself to hit her.
And it was this very indulgence that had forged Zhao Jingrou's tyrannical personality.
After a long sigh, Zhao Dezhu lowered his hand. With a bitter expression, he said, "Why would you do this? Didn't I tell you not to make a move on Zhao Yuan before the medical competition began?"
"I did it to protect our family's reputation!"
Zhao Jingrou declared righteously.
