Jia Qiulian's voice was cold, more bone-chilling than the cold wind outside the window. "I've collected the money, but what about the photos? Are you really going to delete them?"
Zhao Kang smiled casually. "Of course, don't you believe in my character? I'll definitely keep my promise!"
"Alright." Jia Qiulian took a deep breath and said, "I'm near the company now. Come find me and I'll give you the money."
"Fine, no problem!" Zhao Kang hung up the phone and was immediately in a very good mood.
Originally, he had thought that Jia Qiulian would play tricks on him, but he never expected her to be so easy. She had collected eight million for him so quickly.
Just as Zhao Kang was about to walk towards the elevator, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around, walked to the door of the conference room, and peered inside through the glass door.
