"I... If I tell you, will you spare my life?"
It was clear that the things Gong Wei did for Azanmu were not good. Xu Fan squinted and said, "That is uncertain."
"But if you don't speak, you also know what the outcome will be."
"..."
Hearing Xu Fan's words, Gong Wei's face instantly turned deathly pale.
There was no doubt that if he dared not to speak, it would be a dead end.
Gong Wei was lying on the ground, his face turned ashen, and started to waver.
If he didn't speak, it was a dead end. If he did, there might be a sliver of hope. He had no choice but to take a gamble.
Taking a deep breath, Gong Wei looked at Xu Fan and said, "What he had me do is related to that charity organization I set up..."
The fake charity organization was initially an idea from the third young master of the Cheng family. At first, it was just about making some money.
The Cheng family was like emperors in Diannan, and they had been doing this for several years.
