"I'm not going."
Zheng Xiaoxuan glared ferociously at Lu Liang, but her attitude wasn't as presumptuous as before.
Previously, she had always regarded Lu Liang as a deadbeat who had abandoned his wife and child and was two-timing, but his look just now reminded her that being a deadbeat was only one facet of Lu Liang's identity.
He was also the financial tycoon who controlled hundreds of billions in funds, who had once shorted the yen and British Pounds and dominated the international market, and who had even been invited to the White House in Washington to have an amiable chat with Old Te.
The accumulation of wealth for most people often skirts on the edge of legality, but true capital accumulation is undoubtedly accompanied by endless blood and sin.
Lu Liang had only been developing for a little over two years and already possessed such a vast fortune; his hands must be directly or indirectly stained with much blood.
