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Chapter 971 Poor people have something to hate after all

Sheng Weiran was so cold that he was a little tired of talking. He followed Ou Qing into the hotel, folded his hands on his chest, kept breathing, trying to warm his frozen fingers.

In the cold winter weather, she waited for him for four or five hours. Her face, which was always exquisitely made, had already lost its color.

She really couldn't imagine that if Ou Qing came later, she would really freeze to death outside the hotel.

Ou Qing sat down on the sofa casually and lit a cigarette.

Sheng Weiran dared not get too close to him. He looked at him timidly from a distance, "William, my grandfather has been arrested."

"I know." Ou Qing let out a sip of smoke, his handsome face had no fluctuations, and he was just a little impatient. "Old Master Sheng has been investigated by the relevant departments because of the Sheng family's deficit. Everyone knows this. You don't have to tell me, it has nothing to do with it."

Sheng Weiran bit his lip tightly, his body had not yet recovered from warmth, and he was shaking constantly, but he had to force himself to continue speaking.

"William, can you help the Sheng family? Grandpa can't have trouble. Even if the Sheng family collapses, it doesn't matter. As long as grandpa can come out, it doesn't matter what it has. Please, please save grandpa, can it?" Sheng Weiran said, and tears fell down, with a pale face, looking pitiful.

But a poor person has something hateful after all.

If she hadn't messed with Shen Qingqing, maybe the Sheng family wouldn't have encountered such a thing, and she wouldn't have become like this today.

Ou Qing snorted slightly and extinguished the cigarette butts at his fingertips in the ashtray. "The Sheng family can no longer be kept. What you should really worry about is your grandfather. He will be punished for multiple crimes. He will only be afraid that he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison for the rest of his life."

His cold words shocked Sheng Weiran. She subconsciously staggered a few steps and almost failed.

"No, I don't want it, I don't want it, William, please save grandpa. He is old and cannot go to jail, you cannot go to jail! Please, save grandpa."

Ou Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, feeling that Sheng Weiran was so childish that she was almost ridiculous.

"Sheng Weiran, are you really stupid or fake? No one can do anything about the Sheng family."

Sheng Weiran was stiff and tightly covered his lips with his palms, crying in depression. How could she not know what happened in the Sheng family? She just didn't want to accept reality.

The Sheng family collapsed, and when former relatives and friends saw her, they dodged like they saw a plague.

The aunt of the Song family was also busy with her cousin's affairs and had no time to pay attention to her. She was really desperate and came to ask Ou Qing for help.

Even if she knows what the result will be, she will try it.

Besides, there were children in her belly, which really didn't work. She didn't mind being despicable and using the lives of her children to exchange for her grandfather's life.

Ou Qing was annoyed by her crying, and got up and walked towards the inner room.

Sheng Weiran stumbled up, grabbed his arm, and begged, "William, I beg you to save grandpa because of our past relationship. I can't watch grandpa suffer in prison. Please, please."

"It has nothing to do with me whether he dies or lives. Sheng Weiran, I don't remember any affection we have. I told you a long time ago that I don't love you and will never marry you. You have to think about it yourself and die." Ou Qing shook her arm away in disgust, "If you have nothing to do, leave quickly."
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