"Thank you and Mr. Shen for the trouble," Ming Jing said nonchalantly.
This matter would not be disclosed to the public, after all, its reach is widespread, and Mr. Shen is also afraid of any backlash.
This is the real show of swords and daggers, bloodless killings. Any strife in the business world in comparison is nothing more than child's play.
"Ming Jing..." Shen Zhou turned to look at her.
The young girl casually picked a book off the shelf and sat down to read.
In the lamplight, her eyes were cold and aloof.
Of all the books on the shelf, she happened to choose this one.
Shen Zhou looked at her, his gaze becoming gradually profound.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Ming Jing curved her lips into a smile, seemingly gentle and beautiful, yet sending shivers down the spine of Shen Zhou.
He prided himself on his ability to read people, and he had never gone wrong before.
But when it came to this young girl, he felt that he had not yet seen through her completely.