Lan Tiansheng was right, they had no choice, Qiao Junzhen was in his hands.
Si Limo's expression didn't change much, but it was obviously still gloomy. He casually wrote a check, filled in a number, and waved it gently between his fingers.
The check floated in mid-air for a second, slowly descending to the ground.
Lan Tiansheng grabbed it, saw the number on it, and smiled: "I didn't expect Master Si to be such a little money vault. Since the two of you are so sincere, I won't say anything more. By the way, I wish you both a happy upcoming wedding, may you have a long and happy marriage."
That tone, no matter how you listened to it, had a feeling of malice.
He leisurely stood up, looked at the steel watch on his wrist: "Alright, I'll leave first. Tomorrow, I'll send someone to take Third Young Master Qiao to a specific location, Xiaren, wait for my news."
Wait for you to go to hell!
