Underneath a tree outside the bar.
Jiang Xu's expression was gloomy as he finished watching the photos and videos provided by Jiang Xue.
He reached out to take her phone, but Jiang Xue had snatched it away.
A smile appeared on her face, "Jiang, these things, in exchange for five million from you, no problem, right?"
"How did you take these?"
"I was also at the scene, accompanying a big brother."
This woman really had guts.
If she were discovered, she definitely wouldn't have survived.
"Give me your bank account number," Jiang Xu said succinctly.
The things in Jiang Xue's hands were of great importance.
It was astonishingly a group of people trading flour in her bar.
If this were to be leaked, whether An Nuonuo's bar could continue operating was one thing, but the entire company might be affected.
Jiang Xu had reason to suspect that someone was deliberately targeting An Nuonuo.
Or targeting him.
Jiang Xue was overjoyed, hurriedly reciting her bank account number.