The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

"I do not believe."

The room was quiet for a while before the young man said slowly, "Miss Yajun will not give up on me, absolutely impossible."

The words were firm, but the voice trembled slightly, Lin Weiwei knew that what he was worried about was not Shen Yajun giving up on him.

If it's not the former, then it's the latter?

So, he was worried about falling into Ningxia's hands?

Whether it was because he ruined Ningxia's face and turned Ningxia into Shen Yajun, or because he knew that Ningxia had some means different from ordinary people, in short, he was afraid of Ningxia.

Knowing it well, Lin Weiwei became more composed, "When I let you out, you will naturally know the answer."

Fear overflowed in his eyes for an instant, and the young man stood up abruptly.

His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bound to appear. He was obviously extremely angry, but his body was trembling slightly, which moreover showed his panic.

Originally, she didn't understand why Ning Xia wanted him, but at this moment, Lin Weiwei suddenly had a bold guess in her heart.

Looking at him calmly, Lin asked with a slight smile, "Tell me, what did Shen Yajun leave for you?"

He raised his head suddenly, but soon realized that his behavior was nothing more than self-confession. When the young man lowered his head again, his expression was completely depressed.

Sitting slumped on the bay window, after a long silence, the young man said slowly, "Miss Yajun left some documents for me. She said that when she arrives safely in country H, she will send someone to contact me. Then, let me I sent the documents to her."

With her brain spinning rapidly, Lin Weiwei asked, "What about you, what good do you have?"

"Those are several property ownership documents, which involve a huge amount of property. Ms. Yajun said that 20% of the content of the documents will be used as a reward for me. When she settles down in country H, she will pay first, and then ask me to send Send the document to her."

Whispering, the young man raised his head, looked at Lin Weiwei expectantly and asked, "Where is Miss Yajun? She didn't give up on me, did she?"

It's hard for Lin Weiwei to imagine that a person who said "Murder is illegal, drug abuse is illegal, in comparison, his face-changing plastic surgery is much nobler" would have such pure and clear eyes.

But Lin Weiwei also knew that, if she continued to ask, it would be another story.

Even if it is only 20 million, 2000% is as much as [-] million.

What's more, the amount involved in that document can never be only [-] million.

People die for money, birds die for food, an eternal truth.

"Where are the files, where are they?"

Lin Weiwei asked in a low voice.

After a long silence, the young man whispered a place.

Taking a deep look at him, Lin Weiwei turned around and left the room.

When he returned to the monitoring room, in the picture, the young man was resting on the bay window with his head in his arms, his shoulders shrugged violently.

Averting his gaze, Lin Weiwei looked at Ming Chuan and said, "Go find someone who is about the same height and build as him, hand it to him, and tell him that if you want to survive, you must dress that person exactly like him."

From the conversation between Lin Weiwei and the young man, it is not difficult to guess that Ningxia is for the few documents in his hand, Ming Chuan nodded, turned and went out to make arrangements.

The soldiers were divided into two groups, one group went to the place mentioned by the young man to get the documents, and the other group went to find the young man's substitute according to Lin Weiwei's request.

Under the night, the mountains and rivers that have been quiet for several months are quietly busy.