"I know it's getting late. I should go now."
Ning Yanan gathered the files into the drawer, locked it, and gave a slight nod to Mo Xiyan before she stepped out.
"You really won't consider this porter of mine?" Mo Xiyan walked her out, oozing eagerness in his self-promotion.
"I can't afford it. Let's forget it."
"OK, then I can only silently return to where I started. Be careful on your way." Mo Xiyan wasn't one to cling, knowing when to stop to gain more favor.
He watched Ning Yanan get into her car before heading to the parking lot.
...
Inside a private villa.
"Whew—"
Qin Youxuan hung up the phone, took a long breath, and looked at the man sitting opposite her.
Her forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
"Yaya has agreed. She should be heading to the mall by now. Dan Hanjie, what should we do? I'm so nervous, I'm afraid I might give something away."
