Xu Yong was drenched with water, his face smeared with makeup.
Swollen ankles were visible beneath the skirt.
He looked both pitiful and disheveled.
Tong Huaqiong sneered coldly in her heart, Xu Yong was trying to evade responsibility by playing the victim.
Dream on!
Don't be fooled by Xu Yong's pitiful appearance now; when he was making money selling fake pesticides, did he ever consider the consequences?
If his pesticide formula had succeeded, he would have been revered like a god, praised by the government, and he would have exploited the opportunity to profit massively from the pesticides.
Tong Huaqiong had reason to believe he would use pesticides to blackmail the farmers in the Yan Guan Town area, and rise above them all.
By then, everyone would have to depend on his mood for their meals.
He only thought of the glory of success, never considering the disgrace of failure?
How could anyone not pay a price and still want to gain all the benefits?
