"Quick, take it away," Mou Nian also cried out in horror.
Uncle Niu was still standing in front of the bed. Seeing that Mr. Mou had compromised, he too breathed a sigh of relief. If Su Weifeng had wanted to harm Mr. Mou, he would have been the first to make a move, even though he knew it might mean his death.
"If you had cooperated like this earlier, it would have been so much simpler. You even made us come here at night, interfering with my beauty sleep," Feng Bao'er huffed.
"You guys go back first. I'll have finance transfer the money to you first thing tomorrow morning. There won't be any mistakes this time," Mou Nan assured confidently.
"Good. And if you try to play tricks on me again, I won't be so polite. Let's go, Bao'er," Su Weifeng said with a cold laugh, then grabbed Feng Bao'er and jumped straight out of the window.
