At that moment, Li Qiao walked up to Wang Yue with pursed lips, and without a word, she snatched the documents from his embrace and tossed them carelessly onto the coffee table.
Documents scattered across the table with a rustle, and the kraft paper envelope also caught the eye.
Picking up the kraft paper envelope, Li Qiao gave Wang Yue a cool look, her expression unusually somber.
The mental preparation she had made was disrupted by this little interlude, leaving Li Qiao with no surplus energy for anything else.
Watching Wang Yue make a narrow escape with the documents in his clutches, she approached Shang Yu with the envelope in hand and pushed it towards him on the bar counter, signaling him to open it.
The man's eyebrows lifted slightly as he picked up the envelope, his gaze still on Li Qiao's face, "What's this?"
She didn't answer, but her peripheral vision stayed alert to his movements.
