She doesn't want to pretend anymore

On the other side, Xi Shuangcheng and Qu Jiu found Wang Xiaoming's hiding place.

Wang Xiaoming was beaten black and blue and covered in wounds.

He himself didn't expect that two people would find him.

One of them was the god of wine, and he didn't recognize the other one, but he could tell at first glance that he had an extraordinary demeanor.

The people around him all give people a sense of righteousness.

Could it be that Qu Jiu called the police?

He ran away and stole a car on the way, but he had an accident on an overpass.

Wang Xiaoming was speeding and fell into the river. He did not die, but one of his legs was sawed off.

Having lost a leg, he will never be able to race again.

His news was reported on the evening news.

Manshu knew nothing from beginning to end.

As for the underground racing organization, we do know some information.

However, no one took it seriously.

Some people even wish Wang Xiaoming would die.

Everyone knows how many bad things he has done and how many racing drivers he has harmed.

Some people even went to a forum to post something.

——Old Mingzi is useless, did you know that?

——Didn’t he deserve it? He encouraged everyone to bet on number three, but in the end a female racer won the first prize.

——Is it those big guys who lost money who did this? I heard that he was beaten half to death last night.

——I don’t know which god did this, but anyway, it’s very satisfying!

There was a chorus of applause in the forum, and those who had been deprived of their racing careers by Wang Xiaoming were eager to celebrate.

Only those big guys who lost a lot of money were so angry that their teeth were itching.

They also have their own small groups.

"Who did that thing with Wang Xiaoming? He was one step faster than me. I only wanted one of his hands."

"I heard it was him, so I asked someone to check the surveillance video. It was indeed him who was driving too fast when he was escaping. He lost control and crashed through the bridge railing."

"It really wasn't done by one of our people? I was wondering who did a great job."

"He caused me to lose five million, and I don't want to let him go."

They were a little unwilling, after all, it was not they who took revenge themselves.

And the two people who deliberately scared people?

Hidden merit and fame!

They didn't expect things to turn out like this.

All I can say is that Wang Xiaoming has done too many bad things.

The next day, the newspaper also published the news that Wang Xiaoming fell into the river. However, he had also robbed someone's car, so no one sympathized with him.

Manshu, who knew nothing about this, was already on the plane.

Those traveling with them included Mr. Guo and Guo Xinyi.

Even Guo's father came along.

Mr. Guo was very dissatisfied with his son's attitude of treating him like his grandson.

But Guo's father was thick-skinned and insisted on following his old father no matter how he scolded him.

After talking a lot, he also explained: "Dad, I haven't been back to the mainland for many years. I work diligently in the company every day. You can't ask me to take a few days off, right?"

"I've handed the company over to my second sister, and I'll accompany you back to the mainland to take a look at the beautiful mountains and rivers."

"Didn't Manshu say that the mainland has changed a lot?"

For this reason, Guo's father even brought up what Manshu had said before.

In fact, Guo’s father did not have deep feelings for the mainland. He went abroad to study when he was a teenager. Later, because of the turbulent times, he went directly to Hong Kong to work hard and settled in Hong Kong, so he never missed his hometown.

But his dad was right, too.

Not only did people persecute him back then, but there were also so many people who helped him.

Therefore, this time, Guo's father plans to come back to invest in some projects, do some charity, and improve the lives of some ordinary people who helped Mr. Guo in the past.

This can be considered as repaying my father's kindness, right?