Earning Two Million Yuan and Losing 200 Million Yuan

"Master Wang, what do we do with those goods?"

Ye Wangchuan's eyes were dark and his voice was deep. "Leave it there for the time being. Let Qin Si watch it. We'll talk when I get back."

"Alright, I'll let Young Master Qin know."

There was no music playing in the car, and Qiao Nian did not have her earbuds on. Upon hearing Gu San say that she must be at least 40 years old, she raised a brow then lowered her cap again. She was curled up comfortably in her seat, and just as her gaze landed on her cell phone, it vibrated again.

She looked at it.

Slim Waist Control's notification.

Qiao Nian tapped it open.

[Slim Waist Control: Big boss, what's with you tracking your own goods?]

Qiao Nian's eyes were extremely dark as she typed slowly.

[Sun: Didn't notice when I was tracking them.]

[Slim Waist Control: That counts as a reason?!!!]

Qiao Nian's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she considered his question, then replied—