As her words fell, Xu Qianli took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat on Zhang Meiling's office desk with the cigarette in her mouth. She stared at her with a mocking smile, deliberately scrutinizing her good figure.
Zhang Meiling fell silent.
She wished Xu Qianli would drop dead, wished she could tear her to pieces.
But her current situation was exactly as Xu Qianli had described; she was driven into a corner, on the brink of being crushed.
If she could solve her debt problems, it would be a godsend. These days, she dreamed of someone stepping forward to help her out.
But the person who offered a hand was Xu Qianli, her worst enemy!
Her father, Zhang Kuisan, had been brought down by Xu Qianli, and her present plight was also Xu Qianli's doing. How could she agree to Xu Qianli's demands?
No, no, absolutely not.
