He took out an extremely small and unremarkable chip from his pocket. "We can give the recording to President Sang, but please keep it a secret for us."
Sang Minglang took the chip and examined it for a moment before smiling. "Don't worry, I was the one who asked you to do it. Even if Ruan Cheng wants to find someone to settle the score with, he'll find me, not you."
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The meeting room's door opened, and more than ten people walked out, leaving one after another. However, Sang Qianqian didn't see Sang Minglang walk out.
The bodyguards at the door had already left. Sang Qianqian gently pushed the door open and saw her brother sitting in the meeting room smoking.
His brows were tightly locked together, as if he was indescribably irritated.
His phone, which was on the table, kept ringing. Sang Minglang stared at the incoming call on the screen, but didn't pick it up.
"Brother, it's Sister Xiaoshuang's call. Why aren't you picking up?"
