The timing was far too coincidental.
Han Ziqing had just gone after Feng Ruoyan, and he had stayed put in Han Ziqing's villa instead of wandering around.
Then his boss called.
Everything his boss said was trying to get him to go out.
It was hard not to let his imagination run wild.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his boss instantly bristled. "What do you mean? What does this have to do with Feng Ruoyan?!"
Chen Jiashu could not be bothered to deal with him and simply hung up.
The moment he did, the phone rang again. He blocked the number and hung up.
Then another number called...
Left with no choice, Chen Jiashu answered, wanting to hear what other bullshit the man had to say.
This time, his boss behaved himself, speaking sincerely. "Jiashu, I was a little harsh just now. Don't take it to heart. I... I was just worried. Those documents are really important to the artist."
Chen Jiashu nodded. "Fine. One hundred thousand."
"What?!" His boss's voice suddenly shot up.
"One hundred thousand, and I'll get the documents," Chen Jiashu said.
His boss fell silent. "Jiashu..."
Just as he was about to play the emotional card, Chen Jiashu cut him off. "Forget it if you won't pay. I'm turning off my phone and going to sleep."
His boss hurriedly stopped himself, saying with obvious pain, "Fine, fine, fine! Just remember to get those documents!"
"Mm. When you transfer the money, put 'salary' in the note. I'm helping you—helping the company," Chen Jiashu added.
His boss nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
But he could only transfer the money to Chen Jiashu, with the note marked "salary."
"Don't forget to get the documents back," his boss said through clenched teeth.
Chen Jiashu gave