"You don't need to tell me your answer right away; you can think it over for five minutes. Decide whether you want to stick to the so-called industry rules you were talking about, or just come clean about who's behind this." Rong Yan knew the trick of offering a carrot after a stick—push someone too hard, and they might just push back, "You give me the evidence, and I can pay you a ransom the same as hers. It's a good deal for you."
The middle-aged woman's face showed a struggle as if torn between two choices, her eyes whirling as she weighed her options.
Five minutes later, Rong Yan swiped her card, took the evidence she wanted, and left the office building with satisfaction, getting into her car.
Li Shengxiao opened the car door, followed her in, and buckled her seatbelt before casually fastening his own. As he closed the door, he asked, his lips barely touching, "Where to now?"