Doesn't Your Conscience Hurt?

"Speaking of which, I heard that you guys were looking for Tan Bengbeng. As such, I had especially found an excuse to come over to talk about the collaboration, just so I could deliver the intelligence to you. Shouldn't you offer me more for the collaboration?"

As Zheng Yan blinked her eyes, it seemed as though her pretty, red phoenix eyes had a strong urge to stick themselves onto Yu Yuehan.

She laughed flirtatiously and said, "Young Master Han, take the intelligence in this envelope into account…"

"Public and private matters are two separate entities. Do I seem like someone who has difficulties in drawing a line?" Yu Yuehan folded the letter on his hand and placed it back into the envelope.

Then, he placed the envelope into Nian Xiaomu's pocket. After he was sure that he had placed it in securely, he raised his eyebrows slowly and looked at Zheng Yan.

He was not embarrassed in a single bit by his sentence.

"…"