Thinking of this, Boss Zhou Sheng no longer dared to underestimate the rising talent, Song Xiufeng.
Truly ruthless, even more so than a wolf.
Not only were his methods ruthless, but his thoughts were also profound.
The time required to collect this data was certainly not overnight; he must have been prepared for a long time.
Boss Zhou Sheng placed the data on the coffee table and looked at Song Xiufeng, "What are Song Sheng's conditions?"
"That depends on Boss Zhou Sheng's sincerity," Song Xiufeng's expression remained indifferent. In contrast to Ning Anping's agitation when mentioning his daughter's murder, he was calm and composed throughout, without anger or joy, as serene as the light clouds and gentle breeze.
Boss Zhou Sheng gritted his teeth, "My sincerity is naturally substantial."
As he spoke, he gestured to his eldest son to place the four compensation gifts on the coffee table and simultaneously opened the jewelry box.
