As night fell, several SUVs sped over and parked on the side of the road.

His men got out of the car and stood in the middle car.

The car window rolled down, and Siye, wearing sunglasses, looked out with a slight smile. "Are you sure the delivery is up ahead tonight?"

"Yes, boss, we've arranged everything. We'll meet up ahead and exchange money for goods. Once we get the money, we can make a safe retreat."

"Yes, tell them to hurry up, so as not to attract attention."

"OK."

Si Ye leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, and called Song Qinze. "President Song, I've delivered the goods for you. How do you plan to thank me?"

"I'll give you double the price, including the last one."

"President Song is so generous. If only you were a little more righteous."

"Siye, I'm warning you, don't push your luck. Our cooperation is clearly written in black and white. If you keep trying to swindle money from me, don't blame me for being impolite."

"How can this be called ripping people off? I'm just stating the facts. Does the prestigious Song Group really not even have the money to pay this much compensation?"

"Bang—" A firecracker suddenly went off from ahead.

That was a signal to them to retreat.

Siye frowned slightly, opened the car door, and said sternly, "What's going on up ahead!"

"Boss, something's wrong! A group of police officers have arrived. We don't know why they found this place, but they've confiscated everyone and everything!"

How many of them came?

"Quite a lot."

Siye's face was grave. He raised his hand and gestured, "Everyone, get in the car! Quickly!"

Soon, several SUVs sped away, kicking up clouds of dust.

The call was hung up.

In the Song Group office, Song Qinze put down the landline on the table, raised his hand to rub his temples, and looked slightly tired.

The assistant, standing to the side, said, "President Song, we thought Si Ye was someone who would listen to us, but we didn't expect him to go against us. It's too risky for us to cooperate with such a scheming person."

"When in this line of work is there no risk involved?" Song Qinze rebuked sternly.

The assistant lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Go and find out what happened to him, why the police showed up. If Siye is exposed, we'll be in trouble too."

"Okay." The assistant turned and hurried away.

Frustrated, Song Qinze slumped into the leather chair, opened the table case, and took out a bottle of medicine.

He has been feeling restless and uneasy these past few days, and nothing seems to be going well. He has to take tranquilizers every night before going to bed.

Feeling frustrated, he swept all the documents off the table and onto the floor.

A photo fell to the ground from the file, and Su Li's bright and sunny smile in the photo instantly warmed his heart.

He paused for a moment, then slowly bent down and picked up the photo.

"Su Li, I've never liked anyone this much before, you're an exception, but why won't you even look at me!"

After saying that, he tore the photo in half, but hesitated when he was about to throw it in the trash can.

In the end, he still put it away.

"Achoo—"

Su Li was sitting on the balcony trimming a bouquet of flowers when she couldn't help but sneeze.

A coat was gently draped over her shoulders, bringing her some warmth.

She turned her head and smiled, "When did you get back? Why didn't you tell me?"

Quan Ye sat down and pulled her into his arms. "I just arrived, and I was worried about you, so I came back first."

"How are things on your end? Are you sure you can come back?"

"Tang Yao is keeping watch over there. I'll go over later. I have a wife waiting for me at home. It's the same for him, a single guy, no matter where he is."