The middle-aged man suddenly laughed, but his laughter was cold: "So this time, you're not entirely empty-handed; at least you know how much Duanmu Yang values Xiaobao."
"But Director, isn't Spiritual Spring going to be monopolized by Duanmu Yang?" Yu Jiang said rather unwillingly.
"It's not that great; you really think I'm easy to deal with, Yang Qingshan?" The middle-aged man suddenly exuded a fierce aura, as if the temperature inside the car instantly dropped.
The people in the car fell silent, not daring to speak.
After this car departed, another car from Shuhua City entered Donglin, with only one person inside—a very quiet and beautiful woman who looked at the scenery outside the car with calm eyes.
Beside her were two men in suits, their expressions solemn, not cracking a smile, their aura formidable.
The woman suddenly asked, "Is the information ready?"
A sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man in the passenger seat turned around, showing a sycophantic smile: "Miss, it's ready."
