His Maybach was parked not far away, with Xiao Mo walking up to stand by his side.
Shen Chi had one hand in his trouser pocket and with the other, he took out a lighter to light up a cigarette.
Xiao Mo found Shen Chi's thoughts quite elusive; what was this man thinking about now?
Feeling that he had been too lenient with Jian Sisi?
Xiao Mo stayed silent, just standing there with Shen Chi.
Smoke curled around Shen Chi's side; his deep gaze turned skyward, fixing on the moon hanging aloft.
"President Shen, are you still thinking about Jian Sisi's matter?" After a long while, Xiao Mo finally spoke up.
"I'm thinking about Shen Shihan's issue."
"Zhuo Fan's lead has gone cold, but I've also been tracking down that truck from last time."
"Any results?"
"Vice President Shen is very shrewd. When I went to check on the truck, I found out it had already been destroyed."
"With that batch of goods in his hands, it's as if he has accumulated another huge sum of money."