Wang Ye saw what he was like; the evil spirit in his heart, including that of the original owner, had emerged.
Step down.
Bai Mengling suddenly spoke.
This was a move by Lang Xianping, and also a slap in Wang Jianlin's face.
Lang had also said that he was a white dreamer and only listened to white dreamers. If the white dreamer made no sound to stop him, Lang would not yield, even if he was wrong.
However, Wang was still the son-in-law.
Wang Ye was embarrassed, and Bai Mengling was equally awkward.
"Princess," Lang voiced his anxious concern as well, but Bai Mengling silenced him with a glance.
Lang finally retreated to the side in silence and submission. Bai Mengling shifted her gaze to Wang before her.
Her beautiful eyes carried a trace of inquiry.
"You seem different from usual today."
"Really? Does the princess usually pay attention to me?"
Clearly, Bai Mengling was unlike ordinary girls; Mirai could not move her with just a few words.
"Besides visiting you today, there is something else you need to explain."
As Bai Mengling spoke, Lang handed me an envelope.
Wang Ye took it and opened it to examine its contents—
Not only that, but the last few pages of the property transaction records were filled with the massive debts Wang had accumulated over the past two years.
Wang also looked at the signatures and immediately recalled several images from the original owner's memories. If the photos before him and the property transaction records were forged, then not all the debts behind them were real—but at least seventy to eighty percent of them had happened.
However, as Mirai, who retained the original owner's memories, he knew very well that most of these debts had been traps set by others.
Yet even