After Jeremy slapped me, I felt that half of my face went dumb. I didn't feel strange about his change at all.
I struggled to stand up straight, covered half of my face, and said, "Cameras are all over here. If you want to go to jail, go ahead."
"Give me the money!" Jeremy scolded, "Let me tell you, if my company is finished, I will turn off your grandmother's breathing machine as well as drag you down so that we can die together!"
At this time, I felt my cheeks were heated in pain, thinking that they probably were swollen.
I knew that Jeremy hadn't cared about whether Rosy was alive or dead early. The reason why he let Rosy drag on was that he didn't want to be judged by others as someone failing to fulfill his filial piety.
I put down my hands and looked at him fearlessly, "You've messed up the company by yourself. You're the one who's incapable. As for my grandmother's breathing machine, if you dare touch it, I won't let you off the hook!"
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