Nan Jiaojiao turned around, her face not displaying the fear and panic Shen Shichu expected. Instead, she looked at him with a pair of eyes brimming with interest and calmly retorted, "My leverage?"
Shen Shichu clasped his hands behind his back, pinching the palm of his hand with force. He almost lost his composure and showed weakness before her.
Fortunately, he stood higher than she did, eventually gaining a slight advantage from his elevated position.
"Yes, your leverage, which I've had for years. Before, it was I who protected you from being exposed. But now—"
Shen Shichu descended the staircase, stood on the same step as Nan Jiaojiao, and handed her a document envelope.
But to his surprise, Nan Jiaojiao glanced at it and showed no intention to take it.
Shen Shichu raised an eyebrow at her, and Nan Jiaojiao looked right back at him.
With no other option, he untangled the white thread wrapped around a button and pulled out several thin sheets of paper.
"Take a look."
