"I hope you're not… messing with me again." Shen Lang paused, then spoke with a smile.
Anyone could hear the threat in her voice.
Wen Jie bent over and placed his index finger on the lock. With a CLICK, the safe door slowly swung open automatically.
Shen Lang raised an eyebrow, watching as he pulled two small, bright red booklets out of the safe.
He handed one of them to her. "This should have been yours to hold all along."
"…Thank you."
"No need for thanks. If you want to command the R.G. team, the prerequisite is that we don't get a divorce." The man spoke these words one by one, his voice unnervingly calm.
"…Why?"
"If you aren't the wife of R.G.'s president, you have no authority to make them listen to you."
Shen Lang arched a brow. "As I recall, when I traded the ALS technology to your esteemed company, I didn't take a single cent. My only demand was your company's research team."
