"So, you still think the eighteenth level of hell isn't enough to punish you?" Tan You asked, leaning back on the sofa. "Honestly, if you had just behaved, it wouldn't have come to this. I thought firing you would be enough for you to take a hint."
Fang Xiang, kneeling on the carpet, stared intently at Tan You. "You knew something was off about me from the start?"
"Of course," Tan You said with a smile. "Tell me about the deal between you and Li Wanjun."
Fang Xiang remained silent. Tan You suddenly found it boring and flicked her fingers. "If you don't want to talk, I'll talk for you. Li Wanjun has his eyes on the Tang family's house, but unfortunately, the house is in my name."
Tan You chuckled. "And my mother is the type who would do anything for her side of the family, especially her younger brother and nephews. If something were to happen to me, the house would automatically go to my mother. As long as Li Wanjun keeps his aunt happy, the house will eventually be his."
