Wu Mingli suddenly said coldly, "You took my money, and you think I don't know? I'm not a fool.
I just didn't want to argue with you.
At that time, you were my wife, so I tolerated it.
But now that you've left me, you even took the money my comrades gave me.
Do you have any sense of shame?"
"You're talking nonsense. What wealthy comrades do you have, who would send you money? It's ridiculous."
The woman sarcastically said.
"I am his comrade."
Xiao Chen walked over coldly.
At this moment, his face was full of killing intent.
Although he didn't send a lot every month, it was still ten thousand.
After all, Wu Mingli is a man who cares about his face, so he can't send too much.
Otherwise, he wouldn't accept it.
Calculating it.
From the time Wu Mingli recovered until now, it's been a full decade.
Every year, one hundred and twenty thousand.
It should be over a million.
And all of that got taken by this woman.
And now she still denies it.
"Smack!"
