After running around all day, Zhang Tianhe was really thirsty. He drank all the tea in the cup. However, not long after the tea entered his stomach, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his chest!
He raised his hands over his chest. He knew immediately that something had happened as he pointed at Wang Dacheng. However, he could not say a word because of the severe pain he felt in his chest.
Wang Dacheng put down the phone in his hand. He had only been pretending earlier. There was no point in transferring five million USD to a dying man.
"It hurts, doesn't it? Don't worry, bear with it a little longer. It will be over soon." He smiled and said, "I don't really care about the five million USD, but the mouth of a dead man is the safest, so you can't blame me either."
Zhang Tianhe widene
