Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere at the scene was particularly tense.
Some even set their sights on Wen Mian, and after a while, their eyes flickered with shrewdness.
Uncle Jiu stared at Pei Zhiyao with a smile and said,
"In the end, it's Wen Mian who has the clout; President Pei comes when he says he will."
Pei Zhiyao furrowed his brows and glared at him, clearly not in a good mood.
"Let's hear it, what will it take for you to let Mo Xiaoqi go? She's a media person; it's normal for her to interview and collect information. You, Uncle Jiu, have been in the underworld for so long, do you really have to go against a little girl?"
Uncle Jiu's smile instantly fell from his lips.
But in the presence of Pei Zhiyao, Uncle Jiu didn't dare to talk recklessly.
The two were equally matched in strength, but Pei Zhiyao had a slightly broader network.
Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath.
