Sang Qi came out of the hotel, and we got into his car.
All the way, he was very silent, while I, sitting in the passenger seat, kept looking back to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face.
At times, he had something in common with Sang Shixi, which was burying his emotions very deep.
After I had been looking at him for a while, he reached out and held my hand.
"Is there something on my face?"
"There's nothing on it, it's even better looking than flowers," I took the opportunity to flatter him.
He smiled, his eyes fixed ahead.
I couldn't tell if Sang Qi's heart was tumultuous, but actually, my heart was very calm.
Probably both Gu Yu and Sang Qi thought I was struggling.
Sang Shixi was both despicable and skilled, using money to interrogate human nature, but it was also the most direct method.
Shares worth ten billion might cause anyone to seriously consider it.
I, too, was seriously considering what to do with the ten billion.