The most important thing was that they had found two crucial letters inside a black briefcase.
The only problem was that they still did not know whose briefcase it was or who had written the letters.
Pei Zhuoyun pondered for a moment before ordering his men, "Go to the docks and investigate what the Shen Family has been shipping north."
"Yes."
*
"So you're Su Man?"
The following afternoon, Su Qiao had no scenes to film, and Du Jingzhou had gone off to work again. She was just about to use the time to teach a few friends at the dance club when she ran into a slouching man right after leaving the apartment.
She looked the man up and down. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
"Who are you?"
The man wore a navy-blue Tang Suit jacket. He was fairly handsome, but the air of a hoodlum about him was unbearable.
"You don't need to know who I am. I'm here to teach you a lesson."
The man spoke arrogantly, both hands in his pockets as one leg kept swinging nonstop.
"You?"
Su Qiao pointed at him, then at herself. "Teach me a lesson?"
The man raised his chin, looking terribly self-important. "That's right. You shouldn't have made Biwei sad, and you certainly shouldn't have gotten her scolded!"
"Are you sick in the head?"
Su Qiao more or less remembered who he was. After cursing, she walked around him and continued on her way.
Su Pinhan hadn't expected her to be so brazen. He immediately blocked her path. "You're not allowed to leave. You must publicly apologize to Biwei. Otherwise, I won't be polite."
"Even saying a few words to you is a waste of my breath."
Su Qiao had initially wanted