A single tycoon managing to do such, is also not easy.
At seven-thirty, Muwan was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing.
From the other side, Shao Cong's voice came through, "Hua Ya gave the news to the newspaper about how you knocked her unconscious in the underground parking lot last night; it's on the morning news."
She wasn't fully awake, her mind a bit foggy.
But she still managed to hear Shao Cong's fragmented words quite clearly.
It seems Tang Chi still didn't have the ability to make Hua Ya back off.
"Did you take care of everything from last night?" Muwan, half-propped up in bed gripping her cell phone and resting it on the pillow, supported her face with her hands, the very image of someone who hadn't woken up yet and had a headache.
"Everything is taken care of. Robby has a military background, he's quite skillful," Shao Cong said.
"Contact Tang Chi, send him a couple of last night's photos, let him spend money to buy the negatives," Jiang Muwan spoke coldly.