"You've said it yourself, so the rest is up to you. I'll just wait for people to come to me." Huang Youde, with a lick of his face, tucked the one hundred thousand yuan that Rong Weiwei gave him into his jacket pocket, looking as if he was scared Rong Weiwei would change her mind.
Rong Weiwei's disdain for him grew even more upon seeing this behavior, but she did not show it on her face. "There are also some small details I'd like to discuss with Mr. Huang."
"What details?"
"We should align what you'll say to the reporters when the time comes." Last time she had suffered a loss because of Rong Yan; this time, she wouldn't give Rong Yan a chance to turn the tables on her!
With their own ulterior motives, the two of them discussed the arrangements for what was to come and then left in their separate cars.
The night breeze blew.
The quiet intersection seemed as though no one had passed by.
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