Using these run-of-the-mill cigarettes and liquor to test a lawyer who's already made a name and fought his way out of the crowd?
What top lawyer can't handle a test like that?
To dig a bit deeper, this is almost an insult.
As the "middleman," Boss Jiang's face darkened a few shades. He was just about to speak when he saw the other party still moving after putting the bag down.
Oh.
Didn't notice.
There was more than just cigarettes and liquor in the bag.
There was also a metal box inside, like some health supplement packaging.
After taking the metal box out, Young Master Zhou set it on the coffee table and pushed it toward Fang Qing.
See.
Never rush to a conclusion too early.
Almost wronged the guy.
Mission complete, Boss Jiang shut his mouth again.
"What is it."
Fang Qing's gaze shifted from the metal box to Young Master Zhou of Xia Shang Zhou.
"Miss Fang, open it and you'll know."
RMB?
Not very likely.
