In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since that sensational banquet in City A.
Yan Sijue had officially taken over the gambling business in the Southeast area and left City A three days ago.
Mu Yiliang seized the opportunity to obtain the information Ye Moran wanted.
Such matters were already second nature to her, and moreover, the information Ye Moran wanted wasn't core, making it no challenge for her at all.
"Here's what you wanted." In the clubhouse, Mu Yiliang tossed the envelope at him.
Ye Moran took it, flipped through it casually, and gave her an appreciative glance, "Yiliang, you never let me down."
Mu Yiliang lazily glanced at him, "As long as you remember your promise."
Ye Moran fell silent, put away the documents, and handed her a glass of wine, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Mu Yiliang took the glass, took a sip, and said nonchalantly.
"Hehe... But, what if I can't bear to?" The man suddenly spoke again, his smile full of malice.
