The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Just as Li Qiang was about to make a call, Song Shuyue grabbed his phone with her long, slender, fair hand and snatched it away.

I glanced at the name on the screen: Wang Qiao!

With a smirk, she said, "You were planning to tip someone off, weren't you? Too bad, it's too late."

They all knew! Li Qiang was truly terrified now; his legs went weak, and he knelt down.

Song Yanzhao's chest heaved violently with rage; he had never been so angry before.

He grabbed his collar, forcibly pulled him up, and clenched his fist, ready to strike.

"You bastard! Are you even human?"

Song Shuyue: "Don't call yet, we still need his help." After saying that, Song Shuyue made a phone call, "Officers, please come in."

Seeing the police and their superiors come in together, Li Qiang's heart sank, and he covered his face and cried.

He began to defend himself, saying, "I was confused for a moment, I was confused for a moment, I just listened to what Wang Qiao said."

"Wang Qiao!" Song Yanzhao exclaimed in surprise. Was it the Wang Qiao he knew?

With his heart pounding in his throat, Song Yanzhao looked at Song Shuyue with a very serious expression.

"What the hell does this happen?"

Song Shuyue crossed her arms over her chest, her face calm and composed, her eyes undisturbed, as if she were recounting something she had expected.

"Can't you see? All these years of charity work haven't reached the organization or the people in need. Your assistant and this person have split it all. And all of this is because of your so-called friendship."

Song Yanzhao was shocked and dismayed. How could this be!

He and Wang Qiao graduated from the same college, but his situation wasn't very good after graduation.

So he decided to make him her assistant and agent, and he paid him the highest salary every month.

He didn't know what he had done to deserve Wang Qiao's resentment, since Wang Qiao had never missed out on any good thing.

Song Shuyue: "Getting him to admit it won't be that simple. Li Qiang is the breakthrough point. I've already communicated with the police. You just pretend you don't know anything and came to see it on a whim."

Song Yanzhao was still somewhat incredulous. "Yueyue, is it possible that there's some misunderstanding? Wang Qiao has always been loyal to me and has always thought of me."

Song Shuyue looked at him and knew that this feeling was not pleasant. After all, being betrayed by the person you trusted most was like being attacked from both sides.

What happens cannot be avoided.

"Song Yanzhao, cutting our losses in time is the best we can do to salvage the situation."

If Wang Qiao hadn't come to the villa unexpectedly without prior notice, she wouldn't have suspected anything amiss.

"I know, I just..."

Song Shuyue patted his shoulder and sighed silently, "You before? He secretly came to the villa a few days ago."

"What!" Song Yanzhao's eyes widened in astonishment. After a moment of surprise, he realized that Wang Qiao would always inform him in advance before going to his place, or that he was instructed by Wang Qiao to go.

I had told him before not to make such a clear distinction, but Wang Qiao said, "We are friends in private, but at work, I am your assistant and the one who takes over. You need to be clear about that."

Li Qiang called Wang Qiao, anxiously telling him that Song Yanzhao had come to the charity.

Wang Qiao said he would come over immediately.

As soon as the call ended, Song Yanzhao's phone rang.

"Ah Song, you went to a charity? Why didn't you tell me? I could have made the arrangements. Where are you now? I'm coming to find you right away."

Song Yanzhao tried to keep his tone calm and indifferent, as if he were speaking normally.

"Yes, my sister was bored, so I brought her here to have some fun. She was just checking on the donations I've made. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Wang Qiao was extremely anxious, but he smiled and said, "What problem could there be? I'm just worried that someone might take pictures of you without your consent, and then it would be hard to explain. Don't worry, I'll be there soon."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Song Yanzhao's eyes. "Alright."

Wang Qiao arrived immediately but did not go to find Song Yanzhao; instead, he went directly to find Li Qiang.

Their conversation was overheard by a group of police officers and Song Yanzhao.

Song Yanzhao slowly clenched his fists, gritting his teeth.

"What happened? Did Song Yanzhao investigate with you?"

Li Qiang wouldn't let go of the opportunity to reduce his sentence, and hurriedly said, "Not yet, I've stalled him. Now you have to think of a way. He donates at least five million every year, and it's been tens of millions over the years, all of which has gone into your pocket."

Wang Qiao said unhappily, "What do you mean by 'it all went into my pocket'? So you didn't take any?"

Li Qiang was furious and slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang!"

"Can what I get compares to what you get? I only get two million a year. I risked my life to do this for you. What did you say when you begged me? You said Song Yanzhao would never find out."

Wang Qiao scratched his head, quite annoyed. "I just didn't expect his sister to show up so suddenly. Here's what we'll do! Go and forge a donation form right now. He won't check it carefully anyway, as long as the funds match the name."

Li Qiang glared at him. "Do you want me dead? This is illegal."

Wang Qiao put his arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "This time it's all my fault. After it's done, I'll give you three million. You can just quit your job, go abroad and have a good time, and come back in ten or eight years. Then nothing will have happened."

Li Qiang pretended to hesitate, but Wang Qiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't hesitate. Trust me, nothing can possibly happen. I know Song Yanzhao; he won't find out anything."

Li Qiang looked at him and said, "I want ten million after this is done!"

"What! Ten million? Li Qiang, you're asking for an exorbitant amount!"

Wang Qiao's anger surged. He wasn't stupid; Li Qiang wanted to control him at a crucial moment!

Li Qiang removed his hand, sat down, and said calmly, "Don't think I don't know that you've been withholding a lot of advertising fees and commissions from Song Yanzhao over the years. These amounts are more than ten million every year. Wang Qiao, now I just want a fraction of what you owe. What? You're willing? Then I can only do as you say."

"You!" Wang Qiao's face contorted, his teeth clenched, and he turned his back with his hands. "Fine!"

Li Qiang could only forge a donation list on the spot. Wang Qiao went out first, saying, "You can come out with this in a bit."

Li Qiang reminded him: "Ten million!"

Wang Qiao strode away, his eyes darkening.

Song Yanzhao was already furious. He wanted to see how Wang Qiao could still pretend.

Song Shuyue took out her phone to play games, enjoying the feeling of defeating enemies. After that, there was nothing else for her to do.

"There was a bit of traffic on the road, Ah Song. Why did you suddenly think of this place? This must be your sister."

Song Yanzhao's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth curled up. "Have a seat first."