Ling Mohan didn't speak, his deep eyes fixated on the computer screen.
It seemed he hadn't heard Gu Weiwei's words.
"Mr. Ling, we're even now, let's never cross each other's paths again in the future," Gu Weiwei said politely, but her words carried an undercurrent of force.
Ling Mohan glanced at her, "No, you still have to do one more thing for me."
"Mr. Ling, that is not part of the contract," Gu Weiwei still smiled, but her eyes were sharp.
"For this task, five million," Ling Mohan said, stretching out his foot to kick the bag filled with money on the floor.
Gu Weiwei's eyes lit up, "Then you should share the details, so I can assess the risk. You know, Mr. Ling, I need to take care of my sick brother—my life is precious!"
Ling Mohan pulled open a hidden drawer below the computer and took out a strip of fragrance balls. Each fragrance ball was only the size of a soybean, sealed like a dose of medicine.
"Go to A country's Songcheng and sell it to Bai Xiao."
