"The events from eight years ago are now known by everyone, do you and your daughter take me, Fu Nancheng, for a fool?"
"Nancheng, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Qiao Yun, stop pretending. Don't think that by exposing the truth, I have no recourse. Eight years ago, you drugged Qiao Mo's drink, and your mother tampered with the Qiao family's car. Now that everything is out in the open, you two can wait to spend the rest of your lives in prison!"
"Nancheng... you... let me explain."
"We are finished!"
With a 'snap', Fu Nancheng hung up the phone.
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes, feeling a tight grip in his heart, unsure if events would unfold as he anticipated.
If things don't proceed as he predicted, all his efforts during this time might be for nothing.
But now that it's exposed, he doesn't have any time left.
After hanging up the phone, he immediately turned on his computer and connected to a device.
