"What could possibly go wrong? Mr. Qian never blinks when he picks up goods. I can accompany you, but can you hand over the merchandise first?" Fatty said, looking at the items on the table.
Could it be that she was overthinking it? Assuming these people had come to kidnap Su Malie? After all, in her past life, she had heard about Su Malie's troublesome nature, always attracting drama wherever she went.
"We'll give it to you once we have the oil," Jing Shu said. Better safe than sorry. She hadn't laid eyes on Mr. Qian yet and decided to call him. There were various reasons she hadn't called before, but now, just to be safe, it was best to confirm.
Su Malie blinked. "Jing Shu, you're very vigilant and careful. My father says one has to be like this and not trust people easily." She gave Jing Shu a thumbs-up.
Fatty slumped back on the sofa, jiggling his leg while playing with his phone.
