Gao Fan saw the two men going out and said, "Xiao Fan, please close the door."

Fan Xiaohui: "Ah, you want me to close the door, what do you want to do?"

Gao Fan had a wry smile on his face: "What can I do? I just want to calm down and think about it. Why have I been so unlucky recently?"

Fan Xiaohui pouted: "No one forced you to commit suicide, so what's your bad luck?"

Although the words were spoken softly, Gao Fan still heard them.

"Someone is forcing me to commit suicide. Otherwise, I am living well, so why would I take poison to commit suicide? Miss Fan, can you think about it carefully? How can a rich man like me take poison when he is not completely despairing?"

He committed suicide."

Fan Xiaohui: "What you said makes sense. Don't worry, don't worry. Let me think carefully about which bastard is forcing you to commit suicide. I can't think of who it is. Mr. Gao, can you remind me."

Gao Fan opened his mouth to say something, but immediately realized that Fan Xiaohui's expression was not right. He rolled his eyes, smiled, and said: "Miss Fan, you are trying to trick me. With your little cleverness, you can still hide it from me. It's a dream."

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Fan Xiaohui looked aggrieved: "No, Mr. Gao, you must have misunderstood."
Chapter completed!