Yang Gang smirked, "Even if it's my little sister, there are some secrets that must not be told."
"Whatever, fine if you don't want to tell." Yang Fei hung up the call after that.
Yang Gang gave a light smile. His gaze swept past irrelevantly, but froze on the spot.
He saw a woman, He Qian, the daughter-in-law of the Qu family. He Qian was wearing the same coat she had on two days ago, which meant that the bug was still on her.
Now, she was carrying a woman's purse which looked ordinary. But, using Yang Gang's professional eye, he could tell that the weight of the purse was significantly high, as if something heavy was in it.
That night, He Qian was on a call about a shipment she was planning to trade.
By coincidence, Yang Gang happened to overheard that call.
Yang Gang had no idea what He Qian was planning to trade, but based on her strange behavior, he assumed it was not a common trade.