Jun Moyan stood up from the sofa:
"I'll have to trouble Uncle Xiao. I have matters to handle and need to head back. I'll leave things here to you. If you're in urgent need of those goods, I can have identical ones sent over right away as an apology for this oversight."
Hearing this, Xiao Qi laughed heartily as he stood up: "Then I won't stand on ceremony."
"It's the least I can do." Jun Moyan nodded slightly, then left with his entourage.
Xiao Qi watched Jun Moyan leave. As soon as Moyan's figure disappeared, the smile on Xiao Qi's face vanished completely, and his eyes turned cold.
He sat back down on the sofa and continued fidgeting with two small iron balls in his hand...
Looking toward the main door, he squinted his shrewd and calculating eyes, lost in thought.
