Moh Yanchen stood up and walked to the side. He lit a cigar and took a deep puff.
"Give me a portion of Commander Jiang's daughter's shares."
"Yes," Mo Wen replied. He moved through the room without making a sound as he left the study speedily.
Silence filled the study as Moh Yanchen became the only one left in it. He looked out the window thoughtfully and said, "Are you really that ruthless?"
In the room, Shen Chengjing pursed her lips and rubbed her aching leg as she answered the phone.
"What? Someone peeked at you while you were showering? It couldn't have been the work of Prince Charming, right?" Liu Sijie was gloating over her misfortune. She didn't sound worried at all.
"No." Shen Chengjing felt that the aura of a conspiracy was getting stronger and stronger. She did not know who Moh Yanchen had offended.
