1925: C1925 He Was Associated with the Demons

C1925 He Was Associated with the Demons

The room fell silent again. Feng Ming and Zhou Tong were silent, but their minds were different.

Zhou Tong's heart was beating like a drum. She thought about it in a complicated way. As for the man who suddenly appeared in her house, would she choose to believe him or not?

If she believed him, she would have to cooperate with him. He would definitely not help her without asking for help. After the matter was settled, he would definitely ask her for "payment." However, if she did not believe him, she would fall into Gu Tingshen's hands.

No matter which outcome it was, it was not what she wanted.

The power of two evils would be taken lightly, but she felt that both were heavy.

Could it be that she really wanted to cooperate with him?

Zhou Tong's brain seemed to have stopped working, and she could not think of a suitable plan.

Feng Ming had already seen the conflicted expression on her face.

Feng Ming's lips curled up as he tapped the table with his right hand.

What a stupid woman. Did she think she could escape unscathed?

Gu Tingshen would never let go of anyone who had touched his bottom line. Furthermore, she had almost killed Gu Tingshen's only daughter. If Gu Tingshen did not kill her personally, he would have let her go.

She actually still had a trace of hope?

Feng Ming sneered and said ruthlessly, "Do you think Gu Tingshen will let you go?"

"If you don't want to die, you can only cooperate with me."

Zhou Tong heard what he said. Do you want to die?

Of course not.

Zhou Tong clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to live. She wanted to save her father and go home with him.

She raised her head and her gaze gradually became firm.

"What do you want me to do?"

Feng Ming laughed lightly. He was very satisfied with Zhou Tong's tactfulness.

He asked Zhou Tong, "Does Huo Niannian still want to participate in a jewelry exhibition?"

"Yes." Speaking of which, there was still one more day before the exhibition of Zhou Madam. This opportunity was fought over by her and Huo Niannian. There was still one more day. He did not know if Huo Niannian could think of a way to deal with it.

"I will help you stall for two days. In these two days, I will make sure that Gu Tingshen will not be able to find any evidence of you. I want you to steal the drafts that Huo Niannian prepared. As for how to do it, I don't need to teach you."

"You want me to steal the drafts?" Zhou Tong asked in surprise, "What do you want these for?"

Zhou Tong was against Feng Ming's plan in her heart. The exhibition was her and everyone else's hard work. Therefore, even if she had a grudge with Huo Niannian and Gu Tingshen, she was not willing to let their hard work go to waste.

"You only need to do as I say. You don't have to ask about other things."

Feng Ming looked at Zhou Tong with a mocking gaze, "What are you thinking about? You can't even protect yourself now. How can you care about other people's lives? "

Zhou Tong was embarrassed. Feng Ming was right. She was already in a hopeless situation. What else did she have to worry about?

She would sooner or later fall out with Huo Niannian, so she might as well fight for her.

Zhou Tong had already made up her mind, "Okay, I promise you."

Feng Ming stood up slowly and stretched, "Okay, then I won't disturb Zhou Tong and Miss's rest anymore."2

Since it was still dawn, he still had to go back and plan how to delay Gu Tingshen's footsteps.

Feng Ming turned around and left. Zhou Tong quickly stopped him, "Do you know where my father is locked up?"

Feng Ming turned around with a faint smile on his face. His pair of blue eyes were exceptionally alluring.

"I'll tell you when you steal the thing I want."

"Alright, it's a deal!"

Zhou Tong's eyes sparkled, and she was extremely excited.

She had finally found a clue about her father. Perhaps they would meet again soon!

The huge joy scattered the fear in her heart. Zhou Tong no longer regretted working with Feng Ming. Instead, she felt fortunate that she had met Feng Ming.

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